On March 11th, 2020 the Italian government prohibited all movements of people within the national territory. I spent 82 days at home on lockdown. I live alone and every day was uncertain. After savoring weeks of solitude and contemplation, I felt vulnerable and inconsistent, looking for a new prospective. I was not sure what next day would hold and what news to brace for next, but my home, the finite space where I was confined, was withholding all what I was. I chose to navigate this uncharted territory exploring the deepest, truthful side of me, the one that just wants to exist. Here is my personal wacky approach to defeat fear and loneliness, a tribute to my strength, my desires, my rebellion. This is my dissonant, visceral attempt to become my own refuge. A surreal silent cry.