It feels like nearly every single thing in my life has been upended. Last year, the upending took on a physical nature: people in the periphery of my life dying, actual ceilings collapsing, cars falling apart, one finally seizing at the side of the interstate, one state over. This year, I still feel unmoored, and perhaps more so, not because of the physical upending, but a deeply felt psychological or maybe, existential one.