On non-singular identities

And other realizations, in three scenes

Scene 1

I’m sitting in front of my laptop, looking at someone I’ve never met before. She’s in her kitchen (because I can see the beautiful refrigerator and glossy cabinets behind her) while I’m at my dining room table, where I’ve spent the past two years doing a variety of things, including Zoom meetings. Except in this case, I get to talk to someone who…