Today is my 11th day in isolation; I started on Friday 13th March. Since then I organize myself in order to face up to the night, the darkness, because I live as if I were in the wild, following the rhythm marked by the light coming through the windows and the balcony. It's spring and the weather is truly spring-like! It is one of those wonderful everyday feelings, something I'd forgotten existed. Daylight and its wide-ranging voyage till night-time. The long journey to the night, not as something terrible, but joyful instead.
The good thing about not having a timetable during the confinement is that rushing disappears.
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