Inside the Bubble

A contagious disease requires you to be put into quarantine for a whole month (don’t worry, you get well by the time you’re free to go!). How would you spend your time in isolation?

I guess it depends what’s in the bubble. With modern communication to the outside world then maybe things wouldn’t be too bad. I’d still get to talk to friends, maybe even see them. Obviously I wouldn’t be able to go out to do things (that’s the purpose of the bubble) which wouldn’t be much fun. But I could still do things that I could do at home. Being able to spend the 8 hours a day I would be working doing other things would be useful.

I’ve got a little black book with my poems in
I’ve got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in
When I’m a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on
Got those swollen hand blues.
Got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from
I’ve got electric light
And I’ve got second sight
I’ve got amazing powers of observation
And that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There’ll be nobody home
I’ve got the obligatory Hendrix perm
And I’ve got the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favourite satin shirt
I’ve got nicotine stains on my fingers
I’ve got a silver spoon on a chain
I’ve got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
I’ve got wild staring eyes
I’ve got a strong urge to fly
But I’ve got nowhere to fly to
Ooooh Babe when I pick up the phone
There’s still nobody home
I’ve got a pair of Gohills boots
And I’ve got fading roots.

Nobody Home by Pink Floyd (from The Wall, about a guy building a wall round himself and living on his own).

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