[flatbutt]

Here's what's weird about this isolated way of living, at least for me. I'm accustomed to being alone, taking my meals quietly by myself and doing the things that fill my days, but many of those things are no longer available. I have the strangest sense of being limited and I'm not accustomed to that.

It's as though time itself has lost meaning. Yeah sure the measurement of time is an artificial construct, a metric but it is also a tether. It can help tie us to others by placing us at a point that everyone else can relate to.

We all have a sense of where we are physically, it's known as proprioception. It's our internal GPS that tells us where we are physically. Time is something like that but rather than a physical location, it places us at a spot within the passage of a day, a week or more. Being cutoff from all those things that put a context onto time like when a store opens, when does my class start, when can I go visit a friend or my family I am losing track of it all and that adds to my sense of being limited.

This is a strange sensation, not unpleasant, not yet and not entirely but it is unusual. Time to grow? Or, at least an opportunity to strengthen the muscles that let me live the way I do?