One of the many things that living in ISO, and having the (Western) privlege to do so relatively comfortablty, has affored is time. Time to reflect, time (and space) to breath. To let my mind, my thoughts, meander. Meander in ways that have not been been able to for quite a time. One of the directions my thoughts have headed towards is rethinking what i want from life. I have started to digest Kim Stanley Robinson's recent piece in the New Yorker, in particular, the line 'The virus is rewriting our imaginations. What felt impossible has become thinkable.' The writings of Ursula K. Le Guin, Aru…