I feel like I don’t have hope anymore. Or courage. Or at least I don’t have the old “May” anymore. I’m not May anymore. I used to spend ALL my time being productive in everything I love – work, art, travel, books, puzzles -, I was not a fan of binging movies and tv series or not doing anything. But as I write this blog/journal I realized I just spent my whole Friday watching Netflix (and of course spending little time with Mnemo) instead of working on my audit or lecture or course or even my vlog or zine. I was on leave today, and I thought taking a good…