Because of Lockdown (the truth teller), my resilience and psyche had to fight to the death. Once again I was alone. My children were in too close proximity for me to cry, but I did. I couldn’t escape to work because I was all strange; All worthless, and not fit to be around people. My children’s gaze was constant and the guilt of providing them only glassy, broken eyes for days seemed to compel me to pick up a pen and draw for the first time in ten years. I can now look in the mirror again.
Being inside a goldfish bowl can provide new ways of seeing.