Thank you, it's soothing to hear similarities in perceptions.
For me, the room with the walls and windows is a metaphor for my prison. Outside this prison cell, life goes on and other issues and worries and moments of happiness can be found, which, because they exist in complete ignorance of the room, have their nevertheless existing reality.
The "middle of society" has never been particularly interested in depth, and perhaps that is just as well... This middle therefore seems to me at times like hell and heaven in equal measure.
Loneliness gives me feelings of despair and isolation just as it offers me the most beautiful ideas for authentic artistic creation. Sometimes, when things are going well, it awakens the ever-laughing mischief.
I wish you merry Christmas from the far and hope, you'll spend it in the midst of some love and trust.