Today I was confined at home, waiting for my coursebook to be delivered. What if it fails to be delivered in time? Oh, no! It didn’t arrive after all. As I’m sitting in my kitchen working on my photos, yes, I know it sounds strange, but my kitchen is the darkest place in the house during the day, which makes it an ideal place for photography work, the sunny blue sky I see out of the windows was just torturing me, calling me to come outside. Hey, you postman, where are you? Working in the kitchen is not only strange but also dangerous because I’m close to all the temptations in the fridge and the various types of French cheese in every corner of the kitchen top that are aging. Every time I get up to do some stretching, I get pulled to where cheese is like magnetism and take a slice and then another slice only seconds later, then another and another. It repeats until the shadows grow bigger and finally into the darkness.Then, …