Style Boundaries In Quarantine

Me amid my plants and piles.

It was at three in the afternoon on the fourth week of self-isolating when I finally had it. My hair was a mess, I hadn’t changed out of my pajamas and I was staring at a blank computer screen feeling a lot like Zendaya when she said “my mind is like an internet browser. Seventeen tabs are open, four of them are frozen and I don’t know where the music is coming from.” Basically, I malfunctioned and have had to do a sweep for repairs in…