that feeling when you’re not necessarily sad, but you feel empty
Unless you’ve been isolated, alone and lonely, not really allowed to go out, and knowing that there is no true purpose to your lockdown, then you don’t realise that solitary confinement brings about a slow, steady, and inevitable decline to your body, mind, and soul.
I am not as good a man, not as good a person as I was when I entered this government imposed lockdown a couple of months ago. But, I wasn’t fully aware of that until I had a couple of very strange dreams last night. One was about being on Jersey, in the English Channel Islands, when the Germans invaded in June 1940, the other was about needing to leave an important examination an hour early to answer a call of nature.
Both were about being trapped. Both were allegorical ~ telling me to get the hell out of the garret and taste freedom, whatever the fucking government wants. I can see that clearly now.
I am not a number, I am a free man.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
Channel Islanders still hate the Germans