I was stuck in a small house in the woods for two years on end during the lockdown, I only managed to barely interact with three people during the said lockdown, because they were immediate family. School was canceled, multiple business owners seemingly went missing as their shops became permanently closed down, cars were virtually non-existent, the death tolls on the television climbed higher and higher, weather forecasts displaying even the largest of cities would show barren streets, and even the big retail stores were completely silent, sparsely populated by the cashiers who didn't even say a word and wouldn't even look you in the eye as they scanned your groceries.
Unfortunately, I only went on one of these big groceries runs twice, as I didn't have my own car and it would be over 30 miles for me to walk or bike to town. For the most part, I was stuck inside a house, or I was doing something to keep myself busy. Walking, reading, writing, and drawing to escape from this ghost world. The only sounds that managed to meet my ears were music through my headphones, my own voice, the constant reran movies on my DVD player and the sounds of the forest around me. Those too were an escape from the mundane horror of the bigger picture, and to those that might ask, "Why didn't you just go online, watch Netflix, or something?" I had no internet or any other type of streaming service.
When the world opened back up, I had finally got to see everything and everyone again and the world actually felt sane once more. The idea that you'd want that hell on Earth back is beyond my comprehension.