Time has become chaotic in quarantine, sometimes terribly fast, sometimes desperately slow. A time that is both full and empty: human relationships, emergency, sorrow, loneliness, uncertainty, neuroses, restrictions, and loss. Sometimes I feel like an animal that will gnaw its leg off to escape from a trap. We are in, we are out; it’s better, it’s worse; it’s death, it’s rebirth. We don’t know, we don’t know anything. We have gone back to being vulnerable, everything is still confused, everything still to be explored. I no longer recognize myself, I am different from the way I was here, and I am no longer how I was before. Who knows if I will be like that again? Maybe it was just an intermission or maybe I still have to figure out who I have become in this new Pandemic Era.
