Isolation

The splendid isolation that I have craved for so long now appears to be upon us. If only it had been in better circumstances. Perhaps we will grow to enjoy certain aspects of it? I can only dream of Isolation for a month a year, or a week every month. The Environmental impact alone would be worth it. The slight insanity of not having much face to face contact has started to kick in. There are two pigeons nesting in the tree outside my window. I have named them. I resorted to gardening this morning. It went well until I found a bucket of water with a family of dead mice in it. What were they thinking?

I continue to write, but my thoughts seem to be dominated by the apocalypse. “The Walking Dead” is now a documentary, and arguing with idiots on the internet seems even less fruitful than usual. I am trying to create some online content, but it all seems so alien to what I do for a day job. Human contact is so important. Still….my apocalyptic novel idea might come to fruition. I might be writing more on here for a while. I might not. RIP Mice x