In the comfortable prison

No one had visited the gallery for a hole day today. Plus, one of my colleagues who usually works next door was also absence from work; I had been totally alone in the basement for 7hours. I didn't feel depressed actually. The matter fact is that, I felt so calm as to focus on working. Only once a lady, who usually works on 9th floor in the same building, gave me a call and asked if I was alright. At the moment, I didn't get what she meant as I was perfectly fine. Yet when I closed the gallery, this lady came down to the downstairs and said, "Wow, here is completely silent. Are you sure that you're fine to put yourself into such a weird space for entire day?" Then finally I understood how strange situation was it. I've got used to this working environment, even felt comfortable when I am an only person in the basement. For someone, here would be like a prison or box, I suppose.

At home, I was really calm as well. Focusing on doing my homework. These are my items to do my homework. From left, a recorder, a green piece of paper which is for hiding words/sentences to check if I really remember them, a three-colour ballpoint pen, a counter which is for counting how many times did I read words/sentences aloud because I can't count and concentrating on remembering and understanding at the same time. All of them are really helpful.