Eras

 I think, broadly speaking, the coronavirus period will seem like one large chunk of fairly uniform time, when looked back on over the years, but speaking now, while it’s happening, it seems to sort itself into distinct eras. 

And I don’t even mean different lockdowns, spikes in the statistics, or seasonal activities. I mostly mean in terms of people. Precise group dynamics that recur intensely for a couple of weeks but then fracture. People you perhaps texted twice over the summer suddenly becoming pillars of your life come the winter. 

Curious how the pronouns shift when it comes to regrets.