In the age of COVID-19, we are stuck indoors, drawn to our beds, glued to our screens. The past two years are measured in waves—waves of increased case numbers, waves brought on by the newest variant, waves of emotion, and for many of us, waves of depression. While I could have depicted myself laying in my childhood bedroom or even a hypothetical one, I chose to position myself in what was most demonstrative of the current era, one that centers around spatial limbo. My college dorm room represents the dichotomy of being a college student during a pandemic—it’s both comforting and isolating, safe and depressing. It seems only fitting to turn to self-portraiture as an homage to consistently being told that I am safest when isolated.