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Entry 19: Decisions

Entry 2: Waiting
Bachelor of Design with Honours
I was losing control. The world had been drawn to a halt, but my mind was running faster than ever. Two weeks into New Zealand’s Alert Level Four Lockdown, I decided to write it all down in the hopes of getting my head straight. I found this to be a catalyst in the way I think inside my head. Levels illustrates my lockdown diary, sharing a record of this period through my eyes.