I haven’t had a face-to-face interaction with another human being since Monday. One would assume that a loner would be better equipped to handle isolation. Though baseless, that assumption is valid to an extent. I still do not have the urge to go talk to another human being, but I feel something is amiss. I miss the outside. I know it is perfectly fine to take a stroll through the neighbourhood, or just go up to the roof, but I just stay indoors. I read, I think, I write music, I work.
I’ve been reading A Brief History of Time and simultaneously watching the show, Dark. Let me tell you this, if you thought watching documentaries like Pandemic, or Chernobyl during the quarantine is a bad idea, think again.
To quote the great thinker Bo Burnham, Is there anything better than pussy? Yes, a really good book.