1,2,3,4.

Tuesday 25th of February 2020:

My room feels cold and lifeless, like I’ve tried to fill it with art and life but it’s all fake. It’s hollow. It’s a tomb. I’m in a prison cell pretending it’s a palace. It’s isolation. Sometime’s that good. Tonight it’s not.

Thursday 27th of February 2020:

The sun’s out but it’s cold. I washed my hair this morning, put the hoover round, listened to music.

‘How are you feeling?’

‘Fine. A little tired. You?’

No answer.

My plants need re-potting.

Saturday 29th of February 2020:

I left my hat in a Prett in Cardiff. Does anything else need to be said?

I lost my favourite hat today. I was sad and cold. Then I got home, looked for a replacement. Problem solved.

I spent the day in Cardiff, a break from the norm. Went to the museum, wandered around, got hailed on. My next trip will be in summer. Three layers was not enough. Summer trips only from now on.

Tuesday 3rd of March 2020:

Are you searching for direction?

Let me help.

I’ve been questioning my idea of everything lately. What if everything I think I know is really something else? We’re only ever taught from the perspective of the teacher. What if our teachers have all been wrong? What if their teachers were?

Now, I want to unmake the world, make everyone question what they think they know. Because what if it’s all wrong. What if we’re all working from a faulty foundation?