Self-isolation feels like being sealed in a silent bubble. Time blurs—days bleed into each other with no clear edges. The world outside fades, and the noise in your head grows louder. With hands outstretched, you reach for connection, for air, for something real—but touch nothing. Your home becomes both comfort and cage. Loneliness lingers in the corners, but so does clarity. It's you, your thoughts, and the long, quiet stretch in between.
