The reason I’m glad when I’m ill—or even when I’ve broken a part of my body—is that it means I won’t have to go to school, or at least might not have to.

 The reason I’m glad when I’m ill—or even when I’ve broken a part of my body—is that it means I won’t have to go to school, or at least might not have to. Others skip that prison for the sake of fun; I do it to survive. These days, the world empties out, and I finally find a chance to breathe. This feeling of relief appears as being at home while everyone else is at work. The early hours of morning offer a taste of it before the day begins, and the late hours of night after it ends—but only at this time, in the middle of the day, can the city be seen so purged of people. And because it’s experienced in daylight, it’s beyond price.