TRAPPED AT HOME A SENTENCE SERVED AT YOUR OWN DOORSTEP

The bars of your prison aren't iron. They're the walls that enclose your own home. A sentence served at home can feel like a paradox: isolation. You have use of the world outside your windows, yet you're restricted to its edges. This isn't a choice. It's a sentence that forces you to contemplate your own space. Life Under Lockdown The days bleed