Creative writing 500 words (all submissions)

The world that always seemed familiar will never come back.
Now there is a new world, confined to a small box of a closed apartment. Everyday life with a taste of black tea and loneliness. Not because you want to, but because you have to. The pressure of circumstances, large crowds of people, new fears drives into the narrow boundaries of their own home. The short minutes of going out are equal to endless anxiety and tension, some kind of artificial and as if imposed. What if something happens? Previously, such thoughts did not arise.
Limiting the usual life is perceived as a new level of responsibility. But why doesn't responsibility lead to improvement? It seems like it's all pointless. Has the man lost? There are too many stupid questions with no answers. In addition, there is no one to ask these questions, no one knows where we are heading and what the new day will bring. The daily news is more stressful. Somewhere people die, natural disasters, terrorist attacks, protests occur. I want to abstract, run away. In search of safe information, turn to social networks, flip through photos of hyper-productive and artificially happy people. The birth of apathy and insecurity. An enclosed space and a vicious circle of affairs are immersed in a viscous swamp of routine, from which it is very difficult to get out. There is simply nowhere. Absolute freedom is sacrificed to social responsibility and circumstances that cannot be changed alone.
Why is there so much uncertainty? Is it my own or is it imposed on me by the outside world? Is it possible to leave it on your own or is it necessary to wait for help from outside? They say, wait and see. Stay at home for now, wallow in your routine and wait. It's warm and safe at home, outside there is risk, a terrible new virus, many deaths and human tears. Stay home and sooner or later everything will change. Short meetings with loved ones, loud bursts of laughter, frightening stories told in a low voice about what is happening. Then loneliness again, curtains drawn, safety and immersion in your own thoughts. At home, delicious food, a warm cat and a blanket. There are crowds of people on the street and in shops. Contact with any of them can be risky. Suspiciousness, expectation of a trick. Where do these feelings come from? Reality or defensive reaction? Unknown. Depression or just powerlessness revealed in the light of recent events? Body and mind are like strings resonating from the play of reality.
Together we will overcome this. But how to unite, sitting in your cozy solitary cell?