24 Days Silent Image

When I returned home for the summer due to COVID-19 isolation policies, I spent 24 days alone in hotels across three different locations. The confined space, scheduled meal deliveries, daily nucleic acid tests, and the view outside my window resembled a static picture, leaving me disconnected from the passage of time. Life's conventional concept of time became distilled into basic necessities. As I moved to each new hotel, walking through the long corridors, time seemed to stretch out once more. The uncontrolled duration of time and the picture-perfect scenery outside left me feeling disoriented. Describing the experience and emotions of those 24 days is challenging; my memory feels like fragmented and unfolded paper, and I can only record these observations.