The whole thing you experienced was a level of ridiculousness that defies logic. I'm just imagining all the player bots conducting the charade of Quarantine Hotel. Scary that they all likely believed the narrative, good little drones that they are.
It's probably a little raw. The second week was painful. They were crunching trees out in the carpark for 10 hours a day so I couldn't sit on balcony and read as per the first week. And even though the door was closed the noise was pretty persistent.
The whole thing you experienced was a level of ridiculousness that defies logic. I'm just imagining all the player bots conducting the charade of Quarantine Hotel. Scary that they all likely believed the narrative, good little drones that they are.
Frightening. And funny. A very good short film l can envision, stark, shot with stark angles
sounds like i would have starved to death
Institutional life is all about the food. Could have been worse, you might have had to share a cell.
I can imagine the ants driving you up the wall.
Cheers,
M
It's probably a little raw. The second week was painful. They were crunching trees out in the carpark for 10 hours a day so I couldn't sit on balcony and read as per the first week. And even though the door was closed the noise was pretty persistent.
Yep, all your senses were being got at.
Pity those on the end of your tweets.