I feel a perverse sense of FOMO when I think of London now. I’m strangely sorry to be missing out on a defining collective experience, one that everyone my age in Britain will measure their lives against for decades to come: living through a pandemic.
Some thoughts on self-pity
Some thoughts on self-pity
Some thoughts on self-pity
I feel a perverse sense of FOMO when I think of London now. I’m strangely sorry to be missing out on a defining collective experience, one that everyone my age in Britain will measure their lives against for decades to come: living through a pandemic.