As life still needs to run its course, it's feeling different from what it was. During many of my walks to retract the spread of this virus in Dublin - Ireland, I've noticed how life without social interaction is dull, dreary, boring. I have tried, in the best way I could, to express this feeling that I carried with me on my daily walk, which was allowed by the government, only 2km radius from my habitation. I could sense the anxiety, mistrust from people I crossed, the indecision of which side of the path they would take to stay 2 meters apart. The nervousness while talking to people while trying to not breach the contract, a contract that one day was never really necessary.
Being in quarantine is an experience that I thought I'd never really had, it's almost a passage from the book I read while all this nightmare happened. "The Plague" from Albert Camus:
"We tell ourselves that pestilence is a mere bogy of the mind, a bad dream that will pass away. But it doesn't always pass away and, from one bad dream to another, it is men who pass away."
Being in quarantine is an experience that I thought I'd never really had, it's almost a passage from the book I read while all this nightmare happened. "The Plague" from Albert Camus:
"We tell ourselves that pestilence is a mere bogy of the mind, a bad dream that will pass away. But it doesn't always pass away and, from one bad dream to another, it is men who pass away."
