Slowly going insane, so many words swirling around in my head, but nothing I write makes sense. Been in self-quarantine for two months, that was the last time I spoke to the outside world and now I wonder if it still exists. I do know from the yard that trees are still green and the sky is blue. But with the rest, I know not. Now I rant like Alice in Wonderland, a very peculiar thing indeed, my madness will put the Hatter's to shame.