Not even when there is a four month quarantine and I'm locked inside my apartment.
Somehow my life always rises to meet the moment and if that moment is four months long it still manages to accommodate it.
I am so supremely adaptable it is scary.
When there are no immediate challenges time still passes with relative speed.
I am doing nothing, accomplishing nothing, being totally un-useful for humanity
I am breathing, but sometimes I wonder if I am really alive, have I passed over without noticing?
When the day is done, night comes on and I fall into a world of nightmares and dreams.
An occasional moment may be long, but the months have flown by.
Four months of nothingness, almost unnoticed.
How is that possible?
Is this really life?
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