Confinement Journal. One

Time goes by; my little cat is a big cat now. I've grown a little older. The world is confused and most people are worried, but she (my cat) remains indifferent. Eat, drink, sleep and play. At some point she plays with our dog, but it tries to anger her. A cat is a cat and a dog is a dog, so they're too different. My cat generally ignores me ... except if I'm working on some of my calligraphy, then she comes and sets foot on the paper, or plays with the brushes, or touches everything on the table. Then I get mad and invite her out, and she looks at me calmly and walks out with dignity.

After that I spend my time in confinement with my family and pets, reading books, playing guitar, or practicing my calligraphy. If I look from the terrace, very far in the distance, I can see the Mediterranean Sea. This afternoon it's raining. I would like to know how long we will be locked up.