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Over the last few months, the world has radically changed. It’s a situation unprecedented, never before have I — or most people, I imagine — experienced something quite like this. A mass pandemic rages across the world, entire nations are put on lockdown. Rules about social distancing are enforced, the interpersonal world is shut down. There are no places to go, nowhere to have fun, no one to meet.
At times, the lockdown situation feels as though I’ve been transported back to my early teens, when I was a serious introvert and socially anxious. I spent most of my free-time indoors, on the computer, listening to music. The world, to me, seemed a threatening place back then. Now it seems to have genuinely become one, with dangerous consequences for many if the virus remains uncontained. Isolation is a necessity. And as I isolate I realise I have more time to think about things, more time to ponder things, more time to work on things. It’s a time of inspiration, a time to get much done on projects unfinished or untouched.
…And yet, I find myself procrastinating more. I find myself staying up later than I intend, watching pointless Youtube videos or browsing social media. As the days trod on, and insolation continues, time itself seems to become blurry. I can seldom tell how many days have passed. I look at my phone and it’s Thursday…
