In 2018, I found myself sitting in the waiting room of an ex-Communist hospital in Prague. The wall art outside was a metallic relief of hardworking peasant women carrying baskets as men with weathered faces plowed bountiful fields. My heart fluttered.

Endings are beginnings too. The period of 2018–2019 was a rebirth for me. However, when we think of rebirths we often forget to consider the deaths that come before.