When observing oneself in a mirror trapped in a domestic environment, one’s perception is impacted by a fixed cycle of self-examination.
Compulsive and repressed behaviours creep out from the shadows of what was once a pandemic free existence, in which distractions were a mere glance or a social drink away. Is this how my indoor cats experience life, confined behind these concrete townhouse fortifications?
My life during this period of isolation occurred within that space and despite its continuity and physical limits, huge transformation and revelations unravel, twist and knot in one’s restless mind.