Made a pink cake. Carved it into a brain. Made a straight jacket with tights on my head. Sat in my haunted asylum kitchen. Thought about being powerless and my position in society. The removal of touch from constraining… lack of sight from mask pushing my eyelids down… no noise… no smell. A surreal experience I didn’t enjoy. Being still and immobile for such a long period of time forces contemplation; a state I need to assume more however. And made me appreciate time, or rather the appreciation of having the knowledge that time is still passing.