The night I moved in I decided to make my apartment look like a crime photo. Pretend there are corpse feet sticking out from behind the bed.
Why? Well mostly because my camera was gathering dust and I wanted to shoot something without going outside during the pandemic. Now that nearly all of the restrictions are lifted I have no excuse to stay at home all weekend.
I stay home anyway because three years of no social contact exploded my worst instincts and turned me into an hikikomori. That's the real crime, amirite?