I must explain that I have purposely not given detailed information upon explaining my circumstances as it was not important; childhood and my adulthood were not too detailed as it was mostly the same thing over and over. My young adulthood was skimmed over save my opus, and late 20s was overlooked up until this moment. Time was painfully and grievously grinding to a stop for me, as if to make the pain worse. I could count days, weeks and months without ever seeing a calender due to how slow and disturbingly vile it was for me. I won't lie nor exaggerate, but I'll tell you how I felt and tell you the time as I understand it now and so you can recognize it…

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This …the start of that year, January.. And weeks afterwards was filled with some hope… while my opus was gone I planned another book to explain what happened in parts I left empty. It felt weird… the best I can explain this, but it was being made. At least while my mind was not really doing anything creatively, I had planned out the script for my comic and so work was still smooth despite that. But horror struck fast: that March it was revealed that the pandemic hit, and while most people were seriously warned to stay home; essential workers had to work in it. Unfortunately this meant that the building I worked in; Rottweiler comics studio… was forcibly shut down. They tried to keep up with the new laws, but there was too many people not social distancing and so we were forced into bunkers.. I along with others were put into vans and taken away as we had no homes to return to (Some were similar to me, and didn't have everything considered normal …so they stayed in the building which was then considered very wrong….) . 

While this wasn't bad in and of itself: there were the angry, cold and idiotic people in there with us: were…………………………..