Street photographers at home, without people in the streets, trying to portray reality in isolation. The new plague has confined all of us indoors, allowing only for introspection, imagination, and symbolism to capture the new fuzzy reality, the invisible risk, the permanent fear. You have too much time to think and wonder. Anxiety ebbs and flows, the past seems blurred, the present doesn't make sense, the future is uncertain. And yet you try to fight, to overcome the paralysis, to reinvent yourself.