In a year without gathering, isolation exposed a yearning for social contact that is part of human biological wiring. Many of us have spent months alternately discussing, wallowing in, wrestling with, and marveling at that yearning. And in the meantime, we invent surrogates for that social contact; Sunday invites a virtual journey – not into the squares of a Zoomsphere, but into a lone person’s imagination and memory of social, expressive spaces.
