We’re all on a collective drug trip in this quarantine. The routines that keep us stable, that minimize our daily cognitive load, have been disrupted. Our days and actions that have been thrust upon us suddenly feel surreal. We’re staying home all day so we should have so much extra time, but we don’t feel it. We feel confused, unstable, uncertain if the things we’ve always thought we understood are true. We can either fall into existential depression, or take this opportunity to look anew, with child eyes, at where we’ve been going, what our lives mean.