I’ve used the metaphor of fabric during these past 6 months, and if I think of my own identity as a fabric that has come undone, then I currently feel like I am weaving new fabric out of the old threads, and the loom is an intellectual-emotional engine and the weave is perhaps looser than it used to be, transformed from a tight one to a more open muslin cloth. I know the weave is different, but let me ponder whether the loom has been tinkered with, that is, deconstructed and reconstructed and improved. Or is it that the loom is the same, but is being used differently now.