on isolation & intimacy

I'm still working out what to write here, but I think this reflection can be summed up with:
“I’m trying to be immersed in the world, while still being hidden. And I think it’s not working the way that I hoped.”
With sorrow/grief & a little curiosity, I'm realizing a core way I move about the world isn't useful anymore. I usually process through Photoboth videos (& journaling), yet I felt compelled to process here. A baby step in connection/embodiment, maybe.