Milano, Lombardy, Italy
Sleep, maybe dream.
"Living in quarantine" is the quarantine lived in drowsiness. It’s suspension time in a long state of unconsciousness. Useless games. The hated and destroyed fixity. It’s looking for the outside in the inside. Leavings of childhood memories. It’s a sleep without a rest. A nervous night, confused with the day. A dawn born tired, in which waking up it’s like a hurt.