When the news first spoke of a lockdown, I was currently visiting my parents. Thrilled at the news of an extended vacation I wrote a note on the kitchen table: "Unis are closed, might stay a few more days." Full of energy I didn't get to finishing the sentence. The note ended at "might stay a fe-".
However, the joy didn't last long. Corona pulled the rug from under my feet, revealing there was no solid ground beneath it. Not yet knowing where to hold on when everything is shaking might be a part of the state of being neither a kid nor an adult anyway. Corona is a catalyst to disorientation. It took some time to realize I was not alone. On New Year's Eve, I photographed the first subject of my project on youth in times of corona: After a long discussion with his parents a friend met two classmates for the first time in many months at the turn of the year. They set off last year's silver swirls and firecrackers together and went into quarantine afterwards. My friend had the food put in front of his door. 
From then on, I photographed such scenes again and again. For all of us the pandemic was an exceptional situation. We were suddenly fighting the demons we had been holding back through comforting distraction. It is surprising how similar things have been for my friends and me in the last years - Yet we all felt so alone. Like many, I still haven’t gotten back to university. My state of float drags on. The message to my parents mentioned at the beginning is now stuck in a picture frame as a document of time. It is in a moving box in my new flat-sharing room, I moved in half a year ago. The room is not really furnished yet. Sometimes it still feels like I'm just camping here.