This summer I tested positive for Covid-19 while I was in the Azores.
What would be a short sojourn, turned into a two-month stay in the island, spending one of the months in isolation.
At each new positive test - and, consequently, each extra week of isolation - I seemed to plunge into a deeper hole from which I could no longer see the light. I was unable to conceive an ending - or new beginning - I lost the ability to plan, imagine or yearn for anything.
Mostly asymptomatic, the frustration of isolating from everything and everyone when, physically, I felt essentially fine became my biggest prison. To have become as though radioactive, when I felt the same as always.
This series narrates my journey and attempt to accept The Absurd and equally serves (and served) as a means to better comprehend who I am in and out of isolation, in and out of the island.