
Day 1
· “I love my cozy little apartment.”
· “It’s honestly kind of nice to have an excuse to relax. Is that bad?”
· “I think I’ll be more productive working from home. And these Zoom meetings are great!”
Day 2
· “I’m going to put on real clothes every day to maintain a little normalcy.”
· “FaceTime is almost like the real thing!”
· “I can finally get caught up on all my shows. Hell, I might even read a book.”
Day 3
· “I will emerge from this quarantine in the best shape of my life.”
· “I’m going to learn Spanish.”
Day 4
· “At-home workouts are actually kind of fun.”
· “Como se dice crushing it?”
Day 5
· “K, no more Spanish. Who has time for Spanish?”
· “I mean, we don’t need to FaceTime every day…”
· “Hey, has that little smudge on the wall always been there?”
Day 6
· “Ha, this apartment isn’t as big as I once thought…”
· “It’s called athleisure. It’s totally a thing.”
· “I love these silly little social media challenges!”
Day 7
· “I hate these stupid little social media challenges.”
· “I hate these stupid, pointless Zoom meetings.”
Day 8
· “You really notice how small your apartment is when you NEVER LEAVE.”
· “Yes, Netflix, I am still watching Love is Blind.”
· “So, that Smudge. Still there. I should probably clean it.”
Day 9
· “Sweatpants all day, every day!”
· “Are you judging me, Netflix?”
· “The Smudge is like—BAM. Right there. How have I never noticed it?”
Day 10
· “I miss the gym.”
· “Netflix, I swear. Just keep feeding me that delicious content or I will pull the plug.”
· “Hmm. I think the Smudge may have grown…”
Day 11
· “Why do I even bother with sweatpants? Who am I trying to impress?”
· “Exercise is no longer a part of my life. The couch provides all that I need.”
· “Okay, the Smudge is definitely bigger…”
Day 12
· “This. Apartment. Is. A. Goddamn. Shoebox.”
· “Why don’t my friends ever FaceTime me?”
· “Just stop looking at the Smudge. Just stop.”
Day 13
· “A shirt for Zoom meetings, fine. But no pants. Ever.”
· “Hey, I have friends, right? I didn’t make those up…right?”
· “Is the Smudge looking at me?”
Day 14
· “It’s good that I was fired. No more Zoom. No more clothes. Only freedom.”
· “Are my legs atrophied? Is this what atrophy looks like?”
· “I swear the Smudge made a noise. But Smudges can’t make noises! Ha! Ignore. Ignore. Ignore. La-di-da.”
Day ?
· “When did I start talking to myself?”
· “OKAYYY. The wall is more Smudge than non-Smudge. Wait—is it moving?”
Day ??
· “Hold on… there was a time before all this, wasn’t there? The Before Time. What was the Before Time?”
· “Dear God … the Smudge … What in the name of—”
Time is a Construct. Days Do Not Exist.
· “There is only Smudge, the Dark Lord of the 766-square-foot universe, He who consumes all. There is nothing outside of His black Shoebox dominion. There is nothing without Smudge. All hail Smudge.”