As Moloch’s arms in ancient days

The thrashing, crying babes embraced

So, the world consumes the children’s children

Who have forgotten Moloch’s sainted name

What good is a feather without a wing? What use a wing without a wind to lift it? How I make the effortless an effort in this war with myself.

Our aim for this issue is to reflect on how we at Expanded Field, and most likely you at home, have been feeling all year, and to emphasise that you are not alone. We also hope to remind you that being alone does not necessarily mean being lonely, as many of the authors here are examples of utilising the time and space given to us all for self-reflection and growth.