Today was a blur. I woke up, ate some stale bread, and stared out the window for 4 hours. The only sounds I heard were the occasional knock of the wind on the wall and the distant hum of the world outside.
At 14:00, I remembered that I had a book to write, so I sat down and stared at the page for 2 hours. I think I managed to write 3 sentences.
I tried to make myself a sandwich, but all I found were moldy vegetables and a few stale crackers. I ate them anyway, because that's what one does in isolation.