Only knitting keeps me sane these days.
Something mechanical, monotonous, simple geometry, watching a movie or listening to an audiobook. Sitting in my own quiet bubble of comfort, away from anything that brings news, rejecting any possible input of information from the outside.
Imagining myself sitting on top of my own lighthouse, with an endless pile of yarn, and no one else around. Except for my fiancé and cat, of course.
