secret motel

These isolation weekends are really wonderful. I notice I feel better the less time I spend around other people. It used to bother me if I went for days without speaking with anyone. Now it's the best thing ever. I don't want to see them. I don't want to hear them. I made a little ghost town for myself. It's full of ruined buildings, fog, and a heavy silence. It's an expansive landscape. But there's room only for me and nobody else. I fiercely protect the borders. Nobody gets in. Nobody.