With people stuck at home, talking from their box on a screen, you’d think it would be like a fishtank— static, cultivated. We’re not fish, though. You’re invited to homes you never expected to visit. You watch people sing from their bedrooms, bounce a child as they accept an award and deliver a press speech, sweep a cat ass off their keyboard. Art is crooked on the walls. Hair is uncombed. An out-of-reach file reveals owl pajama pants hidden by the frame. We are not a portrait gallery. We create our own environment. Roommates cook in the background. A teen makes tea, the sound of mug and water loud and clear. Dogs bark. Life goes on. Work time is full of family and incidentals. This is a reminder—we are so much more human than most people get to see.