Virginia woolf on being ill summary

My colony has been sealed. They found a positive case just behind the block where I live. An ambulance arrived in the dead of night and whisked the entire family away. I write this on the 38th day of the national lockdown, and for me, it also marks the end of two excruciating weeks under imposed confinement.

It seems I am trapped inside an Orwellian (with a hint of Plato) world of a lockdown within a lockdown. The walls of self-isolation are tightening their grip around me. My hands are pressed against these mighty walls, pushing them hard while they take long, menacing strides toward me. These walls are merciless.

But what about the fortified building outside these walls? Even if I were to get past these impenetrable walls, how will I jump off the iron grills of my locked down colony?

I am claustrophobic, almost nauseous. I feel terribly ill.

I wake up to the screechy siren of t