‘I blame the quarantine’
That’s what everyone seems to be saying these days, myself included. We’re locked up physically, some mentally, and even though I keep telling myself that I’m better off than most, I know that I suffer just as much as most.
My screen is my life now, I work, talk and live in it. Who knows? Maybe by the end of this I too will become an empty screen, expressionless and emotionless. I sit on the couch looking outside, I eat and then I sleep, I guess this is life now. I watch my oblivious dogs doze off in the garden and I wish to be them, to remain in the present without that drifting mind that curses all humans.
I stare through screens into other worlds, other homes. The homes of my friends, who joke and laugh just like me but deep down we’re all the same. We’re all tired and weary, trying to pursue our lives but being shackled in places where we used to find comfort.
Who knew that our own homes, where we used to long to go, the green grass on the other side would one day turn brown. At least I have family although many are in solitude yet I wonder if its better to be alone or to see the blankness on others faces.
We all look for someone to blame but find no one except ourselves and others. Fights occur, bonds are remedied in an endless cycle. But at the end of the day we all find someone, something to blame. So I, you and the rest of the world, we blame the quarantine.
–Lucas Camara, I am a twelve year old boy, originally from Spain but living in Belgium