Some cocoon. A middle place within a rite of passage. The term in anthropology is liminal space. Your spirit refining itself for your next shape. How will you all look back upon the time within your isolation? Did you get fit? Did you learn to cook? Did you take up guitar? Grow out your hair? Were you responsible? Did you recoil from the separation? Did you drink too much or smoke too little? The questions are eventually coming: what did you do when the world slowed down? Where were you? How were you?