Multimedia artist Antonio C. Wright felt trapped in his apartment. With his roommates gone, the small Bushwick space weighed on his mental health. As coronavirus shutdowns began in March and his world and life paused, the apartment became more like a cell than a living space. For four months, Wright lived alone. He woke up, drank ginger tea in the morning by the windowsill, stretched, read, and then repeated that ritual the next day. Those first lonely months gave Wright time to think about himself and confront things that previously escaped his notice — good habits, bad habits, likes, dislikes…
