When I returned to Toronto from Ecuador, I was forced to quarantine for two weeks at the downtown Chelsea Hotel. Little did I know these were going to be some of the most challenging days of my life. Space and time became foreign concepts to me after the 5th day. The idea of escaping sounded more appealing as each day went on. Jealousy of the pedestrians I was spying from the hotel window grew larger. Daydreaming turned into my favourite pastimes, and when I would stop mind wandering I would feel lost. I was within and without that hotel room.
