This is how I used to do most of my writing: out in public, in the midst of things. I’d forgotten how much I missed it. ​ We imagine offices and classrooms and weddings, the casual tenderness with which we’ll interact. I think Peterson is right. It will take some time to move past what we’ve just gone through. Move past we will. I already am, giddy to be with others. And yet: I’d argue that some elements of our grief should stick with us.