I do nothing in my community. I stay in my house and I don’t know the names of my neighbors. I sit in my room and only rarely glance out the window at the sun and the trees and the mountain as if they were decorations hanging from my wall. I do not talk to my friends or family and I do not make new friends. I crouch in the dark behind my doors like a spider, sitting in the silence and stillness and watching with eight glinting eyes the flashing lights that move unceasingly across my screens.
Writing about writing and reading
Jonas David 