Finally I stopped... I lost track of time, day and night. For three months. Two of them spent in a single room. Red area, lock down, total isolation, covid19. Three months lived in one place, inside a thousand of parallel realities condensed into a single "breath". Difficult to distinguish "physical" from virtual or psychological reality. Difficult to distinguish. Difficult to manage the trouble of real contacts with loved ones, with friends, now virtual contacts. The absence of real relationships. Instead only electronic communications, through a microphone or a screen...