The Cave

Day five of solitude.

Been home most of the five days, as if it's a sanctuary. Refuge from what? I do not know.

There is solace in isolation.

Went out only for the necessity of eating.

Face to face human interactions were sparse, mainly when ordering food and drink.

Social interaction is overrated.

I don't talk much either. There's no one to talk to. I do talk to the goldfishes.

Am probably entering a strange state of mind.