
By Wencke Mühleisen
What is a woman to do after being left by her partner in her late middle age?
The first spring spent alone, she thinks of nature as beauty wasted on a dead soul, and stays alive out of sheer politeness.
She can’t bear the idea of spending the rest of her life without someone to curl up to. She makes dating profiles on several apps, the only remaining arena for meeting people in the time of the pandemic. At the same time, she shrinks at the thought of going to bed with an unknown, imperfect body, to showcase her own decline and expose herself to a stranger.