Overview
32 hours. In order to understand, and gain some insight into the affects of isolation I needed to put myself in their shoes. I spent 32 hours in isolation. After researching solitude and isolation I decided to focus on three aspects. Hikikomori, exile, and solitary confinement. After doing more area specific research on the topics I decided to set up different experiments not only to gain some perspective, but to make my opinion legitimate. After running each of these experiments I feel that I not only gained insight into each level of solitude, but also changed my outlook on life in general. This is my project. 32 hours of Nathan.
Experiments
Overview
In order to fully understand these victims I had to put myself in their shoes. So I decided to set up experiments for each of my content areas. This gallery is a combination of pictures about my experience through 32 hours of isolation.
Hikikomori
To simulate Hikikomori I decided that I needed to simulate a negitive bond with my parents in order to experiance the shame and fear that comes from Hikikomori. So I decided to lock myself in my room for about 12 hours. To simulate the fear of disturbing my parents I decided to turn on my tv without sound. I also scheduled times where I felt it was appropriate to use the bathroom. I had one meal that was delieverd which I had to eat cold to make sure my mother was asleep. Under these circumstances I was able to get a look into a vicitim suffering from Hikiomori.
Exile
In order to simulate exile I actually was cast out by the rest of my class. I was forced to sit in an art closet while people watched and judged. I was unable to speak, and once it came time for me to leave I did. Without a word. I then went to various public places in order to get the full experience. Being unable to really interact with the public proved rather difficult, and brought on some ridicule from the people around me. All in all I thought this 12 hour experience was eye opening to say the least.
Solitary
Easily my biggest hardship. In order to simulate solitary confinment I cleared out my bathroom of all things I could use to distract myself. I then sat in that room for 8 hours with no communication with the outside. This gave me a new look into not only solitary, but myself as well.
History
Overview
For my history portion I did a plethoria of research regarding each of my focus areas before formulating blog posts talking about my experience. Each had a mix of history on the subjects along with the documentation of my experience.
Hikikomori
When I first heard about Hikikomori I almost disregarded it completely. On the surface it’s just some teens in Japan that hide in their rooms because they're lazy. However, it’s a bigger problem than people are giving it credit for. 600,000 people in Japan alone are affected by Hikikomori. I’m sure you’re wondering what is Hikikomori. Hikikomori is the state a teenager puts themselves in when they feel they aren’t good enough, and can’t deal with the shame of facing their parents. In this state they completely shut themselves out from society; unable to face the judgment of their peers. In the United States social anxiety is anything but apparent. But, in Japan and other asian countries the environment is much different. For example the school system. The school system in these countries focus more on the grading aspect then the overall experience that the United States cherishes. In fact if you’re ranked in the bottom two of your class you are held back. Even if your grades aren’t bad. Bottom two held back. In researching people that are going through Hikikomori I’ve found that their environments growing up were very strict, and showed their parents had extremely high standards. The combination of the harsh environment as well as school being one of the biggest influences to one's future attribute to Hikikomori. The shame forces the individual to hermit themselves within their rooms refusing to leave. Although it may seem like a temper tantrum it really does take a toll on their overall well-being. This kind of isolation, and stress can cause severe depression according to psychiatrist Tamaki Saito. Who also theorizes that Hikikomori can actually be traced back to the bombing of Hiroshima. He theorizes that the grave defeat of Japan caused the Japanese to almost become competitive with the United States, and thus the education system was reformed to model a much harsher form of education where a child’s life depended on how they did in school. All of the shame and failure that surrounds the teen feel almost hopeless. People dealing with Hikikomori put themselves through extremes in order to avoid all contact with their parents or anyone else. The will forces themselves into their rooms achieving a state of silence in fear of disturbing their parents or even inviting conversation. They force themselves to their rooms too afraid to take care of their basic needs. The constant thought that you’re contained to a small area almost mirrors that of solitary confinement, and constantly reminds you of the circumstances you’ve come to resent. In order to truly grasp what it meant to deal with Hikikomori I set up a situation where I forced myself into my room. I had tv, but no sound to mirror the fear of waking up my parents. I blacked out the sunlight in order to stress the fact that people suffering from Hikikomori change their sleep schedules to avoid contact. In that room I sat for 8 hours only opening the door once to allow food to be dropped off so I could feed myself. In reflection I can honestly say the the experience as a whole was very stressful and upsetting. Simulating fear isn’t easy, but adding the handicaps of being unable to use the bathroom, and hours without eating or drinking really helped submerge me into the situation. This allowed me to truly experience Hikikomori, and it’s anything but fun. The constant stress leaves you restless. Being unable to take care of your needs is infuriating and depressing. Overall I learned that this mental disease is nothing to joke about. The conditions people force themselves in are dire, and I can only hope that people will take the issue more seriously.
Exile
Being pushed away from one's homeland, and being shunned by your fellow townspeople is exile. Exile has been around since the beginning of time, and has been an action that a group of people take against an individual who has committed a crime against the community. Instead of just hanging them or burning them sometimes they would send the person away. That person was not allowed back into their society, and were forced to start anew. Whether they lived or not was entirely up to their ability to survive. This ancient practice has been used through the centuries. Dante the poet was exiled back in back in 1302 by some of his political enemies. Napoleon Bonaparte was exiled by the combined forces of Russia, England, and Austria twice in 1814 and 1815. Even more recently the Dali Lama was exiled in 1959 standing up for Tibentens everywhere. However, due to Article 17 of the declaration of Human Rights exile has been since forbidden because of its Inhumane tendencies. In order to understand different aspects of forced solitude I allowed myself to be exiled from everyday society not only in my school setting but outside the school setting. To start the day I locked myself away from my classmates unable to interact with them. I cut myself from social media and things of that nature in order to truly submerge myself in the role of the exile. For the next four hours I sat in a room doing nothing but observing, thinking, and listening to the Into the Wild soundtrack. At first it was really really rough. My mind would be racing a million miles a second before crashing into sadness and loneliness. However after hour 3 I began to accept the isolation. Being cut off from everything lets you forget about all your worries, and honestly it was almost blissful. It was only when I conducted the second half of my experiment that I realized the true impact of exile. Shame and loneliness. When surrounded by individuals who are constantly staring and laughing at you makes you feel so so horrible about yourself it's almost hard to reminisce. When I was ordering food in a public place I proceed to ask for my meal in writing for my penance for whatever act I committed was silencing my voice. You wouldn't believe how mean hateful rude comments I got when I pulled out that piece of paper. I was shocked, and when I sat down I was actually laughed at. I've never felt so embarrassed in my life. As I moved on to the next location I sat at a park, and observed. The stares I got were very mild compared to the ones I got while eating but the sense of loneliness filled my being. I began to question myself, and my motive. I started to hate myself for putting myself in such a situation. Unfortunately, I had to leave because my thoughts were getting the better of me. All in all I was able to put myself into the shoes of someone who was exiled, and understand their perspective. I learned that exile is almost unbearable if you continue to surrounded yourself with people that will ridicule you, and put yourself in situations where you will be ridiculed. If you distance yourself from these forces, and allow yourself to able to detox itself. Then you can open your life to a plethora of new ideas and people that will allow you to continue living your life. Understanding this gave me a better appreciation for not only my loved ones, but solitude itself. Not all solitude is bad.
Solitary
Solitary confinement is a form of imprisonment used in most prisons for prisoners who either commit an atrocious crime or to punish those who commit crimes in prison. It's highly controversial because of its aspect of solitude. It's said that having too much exposure to this level of solitude can have catastrophic effects to ones mental health. But, prisons everywhere are fitted with their own series of rooms for solitary confinement. Over the years people have debated the ethical aspect of solitary, because it's essentially a room with nothing but yourself. The prisoners are fed when convenient to the guards, and usually are robbed of their sense of time. The conditions are less then favorable, and has become a sense of fear among inmates as guards have been known to threaten prisoners with solitary confinement. Needless to say many have endured the challenge, and have different reactions to the level of solitude. It's not uncommon for inmates to be transferred to a psychiatric ward in their respective prison, because of the devastating effects of solitary. In order to truly understand how bad solitary is I decided put myself through my own set of solitary. So I stripped my bathroom of everything, and set up a make shift room. I included a "bed" by laying blankets and pillows to make the experience more real. I then proceeded to set up a series of alarms in order to establish times where I would document my time via pencil and paper. To add a cool twist to the experiment I decided that I would limit my words in order to pay homage to the poem "The Quiet World" by Jeff McDaniel. This poem takes place in a society where the people are only allowed to say 60 words per day. I modeled my "Prison Journal" after that allowing myself to 60 words. When the day came I woke up at 6am and spent 8 hours in solitary confinement. No food. No contact with the outside. Complete solitude. Honestly it was terrifying. The little exposure I got was more then enough to give me the insight needed to give my perspective. The truth is when you're forced to face that level of solitude you have no choice but to face yourself. Not only do you beginning questioning your life, but a sense of hopelessness and despair sets in. Knowing that nobody is coming for you, and that you're truly alone is terrifying. It wasn't until my last hour that I regained any form of hope. It was a nightmare come true. In all honesty the fact that I had spent many many hours in solitude prior may have had some affect on me. But, if you take into account the hours regular inmates spend in solitude it really evens out. Nobody should be forced into this state. Especially if the person has guilty conscious. It's Inhumane. Almost tortuous if done long enough. Solitary confinement should be regulated, and monitored in order to keep the inmate's sanity intact.
English
Overview
For my english componet I wanted to gain some insight on the isolation experience. So I read "Into the Wild" which followed a man who threw himself into isolation. I also read and anaylyzed a poem called "The Quiet World" which follows a man in a society where they were only premitted so many words per day. With these two pieces I decided that i would document my work through a series of journal entries. Each on a little different. For my solitary post I decided to limit my words as well adding to the experience. I hand wrote them as well. These are my entries for each focus area.
Hikikomori
Hour 1: So I've just begin this journey. And I can already see some of the struggles I'm going to face over the next few hours. The constant darkness, and seclusion of others is apparent, and having to support my own light while I eat is definitely different. Although overall no real changes have occurred, and I'm pretty happy. For now.
Hour 2: One hour down. My mind is starting to shift to things I forgot to do. It was only recently I realized that my mind is trying to make excuses for me not to continue. My stomach is also starting to turn, but because of the experiment I've only limited myself to certain bathroom times to illustrate the fear of and suffering one goes to to avoid human interaction. Ultimately the experiment is going pretty well.
Hour 3: I'm starting to get anxious. My stomach is really beginning to turn. I've started to really look at everything in my room. I have many posters in my room and I've started counting the hairs on people head. I actually counted all the heads in a crowd of people. I think I'm starting losing to lose my sense of time.
Hour 4: I'm starting to become restless. My stomach is constantly turning and I can't risk getting caught before 5. I'm doing anything to distract myself. I've started memorizing the paths of my ceiling. The actual paths are random. Now that I look at them I really wonder how they do it. Do the use splatter or other methods?
Hour 5: My stomach is a mess. I wanna go but I have to wait until I'm done writing this to go. Overall this experience is anything but fun. Honestly I've found myself staring at the door waiting wondering what they hell am I gonna do come Saturday. I feel alone. I haven't had any contact with anyone in hours. No social media. No tv. Just me in the comfort of my own room. But, the so called comfort is replaced with a feeling I can't get describe. It's the feeling of knowing that you can't leave, and it's that feeling that's really starting the mess with me.
After Bathroom: I really didn't wanna go back to the room. It's almost like a dark void. Knowing that for the next 4 hours I'll be confined to this dreaded space makes me sick to my stomach. As I entered I stared at my living room flooded with excuses. But, reluctantly I entered once again. To be forced into this for months. I couldn't imagine.
Hour 6: This past hour has been weird. I haven't had a lot on my mind in all honesty. Just blank. I've been staring at my ceiling for hours. All the scenarios and stories I layed out seem to fad. I'm just staring at this white ceiling.
Hour 7: Being unable to leave an area makes me sick to my stomach. The more and more I think about it the more upset I end up making myself. The difference between being alone with a will and being alone with a catch are vastly different. The one thing I really can't help comparing this to is when Scarlet Witch was being held at Avengers headquarters. It's honestly making me hate myself and question my own ability. Do I deserve this? Am I needlessly punishing myself or am I serving penance? My priorities are starting to shift.
Hour 8: last observational period.
Aftermath: When I woke up this morning I was almost scared to get out of bed. The affects are really starting to show themselves being unable to talk now. I know it sounds funny but it really is hard for me to smile. Unbelievably so. All in all this experiment really showed me that Hikikomori is anything but a joke. Being unable to move from such a confined space knowing you can't make too much noise really gets to you. Although it was only for 8 hours I truly feel that I've gotten a grasp on what it means to be Hikikomori.
Hour 2: One hour down. My mind is starting to shift to things I forgot to do. It was only recently I realized that my mind is trying to make excuses for me not to continue. My stomach is also starting to turn, but because of the experiment I've only limited myself to certain bathroom times to illustrate the fear of and suffering one goes to to avoid human interaction. Ultimately the experiment is going pretty well.
Hour 3: I'm starting to get anxious. My stomach is really beginning to turn. I've started to really look at everything in my room. I have many posters in my room and I've started counting the hairs on people head. I actually counted all the heads in a crowd of people. I think I'm starting losing to lose my sense of time.
Hour 4: I'm starting to become restless. My stomach is constantly turning and I can't risk getting caught before 5. I'm doing anything to distract myself. I've started memorizing the paths of my ceiling. The actual paths are random. Now that I look at them I really wonder how they do it. Do the use splatter or other methods?
Hour 5: My stomach is a mess. I wanna go but I have to wait until I'm done writing this to go. Overall this experience is anything but fun. Honestly I've found myself staring at the door waiting wondering what they hell am I gonna do come Saturday. I feel alone. I haven't had any contact with anyone in hours. No social media. No tv. Just me in the comfort of my own room. But, the so called comfort is replaced with a feeling I can't get describe. It's the feeling of knowing that you can't leave, and it's that feeling that's really starting the mess with me.
After Bathroom: I really didn't wanna go back to the room. It's almost like a dark void. Knowing that for the next 4 hours I'll be confined to this dreaded space makes me sick to my stomach. As I entered I stared at my living room flooded with excuses. But, reluctantly I entered once again. To be forced into this for months. I couldn't imagine.
Hour 6: This past hour has been weird. I haven't had a lot on my mind in all honesty. Just blank. I've been staring at my ceiling for hours. All the scenarios and stories I layed out seem to fad. I'm just staring at this white ceiling.
Hour 7: Being unable to leave an area makes me sick to my stomach. The more and more I think about it the more upset I end up making myself. The difference between being alone with a will and being alone with a catch are vastly different. The one thing I really can't help comparing this to is when Scarlet Witch was being held at Avengers headquarters. It's honestly making me hate myself and question my own ability. Do I deserve this? Am I needlessly punishing myself or am I serving penance? My priorities are starting to shift.
Hour 8: last observational period.
Aftermath: When I woke up this morning I was almost scared to get out of bed. The affects are really starting to show themselves being unable to talk now. I know it sounds funny but it really is hard for me to smile. Unbelievably so. All in all this experiment really showed me that Hikikomori is anything but a joke. Being unable to move from such a confined space knowing you can't make too much noise really gets to you. Although it was only for 8 hours I truly feel that I've gotten a grasp on what it means to be Hikikomori.
Exile
Hour One: As I walked through the halls entering my small space it became evident to me that I'm truly disconnected from the rest of my classmates. Even my teachers. Being forced away from my classmates really feels weird and awkward, because of all the traditions being broken. A part of me even feels like I'm letting them down. Ultimately, I don't feel too good due to the effects of Hikikomori. Honestly I just wanna ditch this project and go out to my friends, but I made a commitment. I'm gonna see this to the end.
Hour Two: I'm starting to get very very antsy. My legs keep shaking and my thoughts are changing fast and quick. I found a string awhile ago and I've been tearing it thinner and thinner and thinner. Also, the number on the keypad door got me thinking. I started to write down possible combinations. But that's quickly turned into something I can't explain. I've started writing down anything that catches my attention. Like doles bananas or the fact that Indiana keeps popping up on the boxes that surrounded me. I keep making paranoid connections that don't really exist. I've named the smiley face that's next to me and the seemingly ghost like figure that haunts him. I started asking weird questions like does the doctor aka the smiley face notice Mason the ghost? Do they live in harmony? Why as their relationship? Why does the doctor only have one eye? These questions keep popping into my mind. Another thing I've noticed is that I'm becoming very paranoid. As soon as I sense motion behind me my head jerks back, and I'm listening to the into the wild soundtrack and an ad played. I couldn't see the ad because my iPad is always faced the other way. But, it was darker maybe a motorcycle ad or something. I don't know why but that sudden change in tone really startled me. Anyway this experiment is starting to get to me rather quickly and I don't know why.
Hour 3: The nerves lasted for awhile but died off. I ran into another terrifying ad that messed with good me for awhile. The jitters have been replaced with a level of shame and sadness. I saw people taking pictures of me. Guessing they think I'm just some weird kid with the closet. Mr. Wertz came into the room claiming it was his and demanded to know why I was in here. The experience was very weird for me because I struggled to form words and communicate that I'm trying to stay away from people. It was only until Mr. Howard came that the situation got diffused. That was awhile ago. Since then the paranoia and shame got the better of me and I shut the door. I found a very interesting glove that has a whole where the thumb is supposed to be. It's affected me in the way where it's reminding me of my friends. We were together as one or one glove in this case. I feel like the little lost thumb trying to find my way back to the rest of my friends. I really am missing them. I haven't had real human conversation or interaction since yesterday afternoon. Only brief exchanges where I manage to embarrass myself time and time again. Also it's freezing in here. I've only recently started to notice but I constantly have goosebumps on my arms. Overall I think this experiment is really taking a piece out of me.
Hour 4: I was really sad for awhile there. I actually pulled out a photo booth photo me and my girlfriend Skylar took during her homecoming last week. I really miss her. I haven't talked to her in awhile, and I know I won't be able to talk to her until Sunday. However the more and more I sit here the more accustomed I begin to get. Almost safe. This room I've become all too familiar with has begun to really grow on me. In between restarting the tracks I hear sounds from the almost distant world around me. Never before have I felt so separated yet there. It's actually almost pleasant. Completely cutting myself from the outside world has given me something that I can't quite describe. But, the feeling is very soothing and relaxing. Almost getting me away from the outside world. I can forget about college, school, my job. I can forget about it all, and just relax. It's almost blissful. At first I was dreading this part of the project, but the deeper and deeper I go the more comfortable I begin to find myself.
Aftermath: After another hour in the room I can honestly say that the whole experience increased in its hidden blissful nature. Worry and care disappear as you sit listening to the powerful soundtrack of choice. In my case into the wild, but regardless I can honestly say that once you get past the initial hurdle and relax the experience becomes meaningful and relaxing. Almost intoxicating to a fault. I don't wanna leave.
Hour 5: As I sit surrounded by people conversing, and enjoying their food I begin to understand what it truly feels like to be alone. Something that's not really talked about is the embarrassment felt from being out alone. I'm constantly being stared at by multiple people. Some look in confusion while others look with smiles on their face. They're laughing at me. I feel embarrassed and alone. While I was getting food I had to order with a piece of paper in order to maintain my vow of silence. The ridicule, and frustration that was pointed at me really upset me. I held up the line, and because of that the people behind me began to mock me. They began question my intention as they demanded they cut in front of me. Frankly I was shocked. Now I continue to sit here trying to shove food in my mouth as quickly as possible. I just want to leave.
Hour 6: Sitting in the park is much less stressful then eating alone. I do tend to get weird stares, but they're nowhere near as bad as eating alone. However, the shame has been replaced with a sense of loneliness and regret. I'm starting to question myself wondering if I deserve this. What did I do wrong. I'm second guessing myself, and the reality is I did nothing wrong. I can only imagine what it's like to be truly seprerated from the people you care about for something you directly did. For the mistake you made. I can only be thankful that this is an experiment; not reality.
Aftermath Part 2: After going out to public places and sitting surrounded by people I can honestly the the level of embarrassment I felt was unreal. As I handed them my note I got horrible stares and rude comments from the people behind me as well as a few laughs when I sat down to eat. When I went to the park near by I felt so alone as I watched people around me start to play. This experience really showed the shame and loneliness that's felt when you're pushed away from your loved ones.
Hour Two: I'm starting to get very very antsy. My legs keep shaking and my thoughts are changing fast and quick. I found a string awhile ago and I've been tearing it thinner and thinner and thinner. Also, the number on the keypad door got me thinking. I started to write down possible combinations. But that's quickly turned into something I can't explain. I've started writing down anything that catches my attention. Like doles bananas or the fact that Indiana keeps popping up on the boxes that surrounded me. I keep making paranoid connections that don't really exist. I've named the smiley face that's next to me and the seemingly ghost like figure that haunts him. I started asking weird questions like does the doctor aka the smiley face notice Mason the ghost? Do they live in harmony? Why as their relationship? Why does the doctor only have one eye? These questions keep popping into my mind. Another thing I've noticed is that I'm becoming very paranoid. As soon as I sense motion behind me my head jerks back, and I'm listening to the into the wild soundtrack and an ad played. I couldn't see the ad because my iPad is always faced the other way. But, it was darker maybe a motorcycle ad or something. I don't know why but that sudden change in tone really startled me. Anyway this experiment is starting to get to me rather quickly and I don't know why.
Hour 3: The nerves lasted for awhile but died off. I ran into another terrifying ad that messed with good me for awhile. The jitters have been replaced with a level of shame and sadness. I saw people taking pictures of me. Guessing they think I'm just some weird kid with the closet. Mr. Wertz came into the room claiming it was his and demanded to know why I was in here. The experience was very weird for me because I struggled to form words and communicate that I'm trying to stay away from people. It was only until Mr. Howard came that the situation got diffused. That was awhile ago. Since then the paranoia and shame got the better of me and I shut the door. I found a very interesting glove that has a whole where the thumb is supposed to be. It's affected me in the way where it's reminding me of my friends. We were together as one or one glove in this case. I feel like the little lost thumb trying to find my way back to the rest of my friends. I really am missing them. I haven't had real human conversation or interaction since yesterday afternoon. Only brief exchanges where I manage to embarrass myself time and time again. Also it's freezing in here. I've only recently started to notice but I constantly have goosebumps on my arms. Overall I think this experiment is really taking a piece out of me.
Hour 4: I was really sad for awhile there. I actually pulled out a photo booth photo me and my girlfriend Skylar took during her homecoming last week. I really miss her. I haven't talked to her in awhile, and I know I won't be able to talk to her until Sunday. However the more and more I sit here the more accustomed I begin to get. Almost safe. This room I've become all too familiar with has begun to really grow on me. In between restarting the tracks I hear sounds from the almost distant world around me. Never before have I felt so separated yet there. It's actually almost pleasant. Completely cutting myself from the outside world has given me something that I can't quite describe. But, the feeling is very soothing and relaxing. Almost getting me away from the outside world. I can forget about college, school, my job. I can forget about it all, and just relax. It's almost blissful. At first I was dreading this part of the project, but the deeper and deeper I go the more comfortable I begin to find myself.
Aftermath: After another hour in the room I can honestly say that the whole experience increased in its hidden blissful nature. Worry and care disappear as you sit listening to the powerful soundtrack of choice. In my case into the wild, but regardless I can honestly say that once you get past the initial hurdle and relax the experience becomes meaningful and relaxing. Almost intoxicating to a fault. I don't wanna leave.
Hour 5: As I sit surrounded by people conversing, and enjoying their food I begin to understand what it truly feels like to be alone. Something that's not really talked about is the embarrassment felt from being out alone. I'm constantly being stared at by multiple people. Some look in confusion while others look with smiles on their face. They're laughing at me. I feel embarrassed and alone. While I was getting food I had to order with a piece of paper in order to maintain my vow of silence. The ridicule, and frustration that was pointed at me really upset me. I held up the line, and because of that the people behind me began to mock me. They began question my intention as they demanded they cut in front of me. Frankly I was shocked. Now I continue to sit here trying to shove food in my mouth as quickly as possible. I just want to leave.
Hour 6: Sitting in the park is much less stressful then eating alone. I do tend to get weird stares, but they're nowhere near as bad as eating alone. However, the shame has been replaced with a sense of loneliness and regret. I'm starting to question myself wondering if I deserve this. What did I do wrong. I'm second guessing myself, and the reality is I did nothing wrong. I can only imagine what it's like to be truly seprerated from the people you care about for something you directly did. For the mistake you made. I can only be thankful that this is an experiment; not reality.
Aftermath Part 2: After going out to public places and sitting surrounded by people I can honestly the the level of embarrassment I felt was unreal. As I handed them my note I got horrible stares and rude comments from the people behind me as well as a few laughs when I sat down to eat. When I went to the park near by I felt so alone as I watched people around me start to play. This experience really showed the shame and loneliness that's felt when you're pushed away from your loved ones.
Solitary
Hour 1: Problems arise as the conditions I set limit comfortability.
Hour 2: Mind races. Anything to distract myself from the constant humming.
Hour 3: Paranoia sinking in. Sounds sound, but they don’t exist.
Hour 4: The sounds are louder, and despair has began to sink in.
Hour 5: It’s starting to get to me. I wanna stop this.
Hour 6: I curled in a ball and started to cry.
Hour 7: Disturbed
Hour 8: Aftermath
Hour 2: Mind races. Anything to distract myself from the constant humming.
Hour 3: Paranoia sinking in. Sounds sound, but they don’t exist.
Hour 4: The sounds are louder, and despair has began to sink in.
Hour 5: It’s starting to get to me. I wanna stop this.
Hour 6: I curled in a ball and started to cry.
Hour 7: Disturbed
Hour 8: Aftermath
Art
Overview
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For my art portion I did a form of performing arts and documented my experience in my visual art gallery. For my artifacts I wanted to design a little treasure chest with them. Holding them would be a pillar type design that they can look at.
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