The ivory tower of nothingness A boy sits in silence, imprisoned within the space of darkness, an empty room with a solitary door, kept shut The peep hole at the door slides open, a familiar voice beckons. It’s the guard named Fear, again “May I remind you that it’s comfortable…

I hate running. The year 2020 was the beginning of an unexpected reality that no one could fathom; imprisonment in their very own place of solitude and rest for a prolonged period of time. …