Cooped up in my house, away from the rest of the world, I have explored every shade of being lost, stressed and bored over the last seven months. As certainties became uncertainties and quotidian experiences became fantasies, I had to create a self-sufficient little world for myself, one that kept me busy, happy and productive.
This world would've been miserable without the company of two other people (somewhat) near my own age who were equally stressed and confused as I was. My younger siblings and I painted, did DIY, binged movies, celebrated birthdays and routinely didn't give each other as much space as we bargained for ourselves. While my brother chopping off a chunk of my hair when I wasn't looking or my sister filling her gallery with unflattering photos of me should have been enough to make me insane, somehow it did the exact opposite. Quarantine would've been a bore without my siblings.