Our Time To Hunt

Imagine this: you’re the hunter, on the search for a prey (which in this case would be a hobby). What role you give quarantine in this story is entirely up to you – you could look at it as a barrier or a shield, constricting your ability to feed off your hunger, or you could look at it as your portal to giving even more access to catch your prey.

Intricate Circus Act

Is it only me, or does it feel like you’re trying to find a million things to do during quarantine, but it ends up with you engaging in odd but senseless hobbies, making your family around you assume that you have gone mad during the lock-down, and are practically hopeless?