My mornings have no hellos and my evenings are without goodbyes. I have no fixed departure time because there is no place to arrive. I am home, alone, where there are no greetings and no farewells. Not going to the office has become the most peculiar thing I have encountered. Who knew we'd long for someone to simply say, "see you tomorrow".
It has been 242 days since I last went to office - barring a solitary trip to pick up research books - and I feel like a man who has lost his tribe and misplaced his destination. It is scarcely a complaint, merely a state of being.
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