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Days turned to weeks turned to months at home to reduce the spread of COVID-19, and thus, remote activities were performed to the fullest degree. Hobbies such as baking became the preoccupation of enough of the population to cause flour to become a coveted item—and quite understandably.

1. “You Want It Darker” by Leonard Cohen

Truthfully and begrudgingly, this season, the existential swamp that is 2020, has brought about more questions than I care to count. Who of us hasn’t looked into the mirror and asked: am I doing any of this right? What will be my life’s greatest work? Am I doing it right now? (Just me?)

This summer was unendingly long and yet gone within a blink of the eye. The days blurred into each other like inky words on a damp sheet of paper: the individual lost within the blue-black smudge. More frequently than I’d like to admit, I woke without any concept of what day it was.

When I look back at my time with the Women’s Center, I feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. After three years, the time seems to blur slightly. The things I do recall are fewer specific moments and more themes of constancy—unvarying inspiration, exploration, and vulnerability. 

In our final episode of the season, Marwah, Lizz, and the rest of the team at Hues discuss what it means to look back and look forward in the world today, as we sign off to say our many thank yous, and goodbyes...for now.

In part one of this two-part episode, Marwah and Lizz sit down with guests, Myka and Ayesha, as they discuss how love intersects with college life, queerness, society and adulthood. In “Speaking of...Cuffin’ Season Part 1” we investigate who is able to love in the world we live in—and who is able to do so openly and honestly.

In part two of this love series, Marwah and Lizz continue their conversation with guests, Myka and Ayesha, as they discuss the responsibilities that come with love, from obligations to family to the influence of its media representations. In this part two, we explore defining what love may look like in the world, in all its nuanced forms.

I woke up this morning crying for people I do not know  
And I didn’t have to relate them to my Uncle or Aunt or Mother or Brother.
I woke up this morning and I missed their luminous smile.
I missed the way their lungs filled with oxygen and released carbon dioxide.

As we tried to come to terms with the quarantine and all it brought crashing down on us (farewell, UVA friends and life), we started cobbling together our recommendations for what to watch and read and play. Some of us had big lists, some small. Some of us had a lot to say, some of us little. That’s kind of how it’s all been.

2020 was supposed to be OUR year. It was supposed to be the modern roaring twenties, I was supposed to walk the lawn for graduation, it was supposed to be good. Even the number 2020 is clean, even, almost perfect some would say. However, that is definitely not what happened.

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When I think of ellipses, I think of more to come. Or depending on its placement, sometimes it means there was something before. I’m not sure where my placement of ellipses goes in this piece—or what it represents. I’m not sure where my placement in this world is at the moment.