Here's How I Survive Sheltering in Place by Neha Bhattacharya
As time moves in circles on the clock, whipping and foaming each moment into sticky molasses, sheltering in place feels like solidifying in the unsettling churn of everyday silence. Ennui sits heavy on my chest especially when four walls are the only things real enough to be touched and felt. This unwarranted stillness often amplifies the disquiet in my head; it breathes life into my anxieties and insecurities and then hands them a power bar. In my self-loathing pity-party, almost daily do I meet these newly animate foes. They dip their slimy fingers into the sticky gelatinous quarantine-day and swirl it around absentmindedly as they belch out their unsolicited opinions about just how badly I am. After hours of catering to the needs of my guests, at dusk, fatigued, I fall into a post-party stupor while my foes quietly glide away promising to come back at the very crack of dawn. On some days they come back in fewer numbers. Once in a while, they leave me alone as they go after a ju