To be frank, The Box is a record of my mental state since June 2019. Our daily routine is cut short, our anchors torn away. And now, stuck at home, there is a blank space in my head that I ache to fill up; yet I have nothing, but pieces of visions. Memories, imagined events, fantasies, nightmares. In a trance, I patched all these up into this strange and vivid dream, because the arrival of dawn is distant, and there is nothing else I can do.
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