Is it just me, or has the pandemic made us a lot more mindful? I for one, find that I've been mounting pressure on myself to be more attentive to the needs of those around me, whether that translates into giving strangers in the grocery aisle more personal space than necessary to feel comfortable or over-analyzing the tastefulness of my writing. At the risk of sounding like a cliché: these are trying times, why not cushion the vague, subtly repressed notion that the world is burning with a little more... sensitivity?