Aug 15, 2020
1 min read
Another Passing Day
The clock strikes eight; the alarm gets snoozed. Sleep earns an hour more. As the daylight floods the room, an eerie monotony creeps in. It soon gets wiped out as the screen notifies plummeting economies and ascending mortality.
Work begins, whose space is about six steps away. Co-workers meet virtually with connection sometimes spotty. Talks are lesser now as the presence is absent. The workspace is modified and moved for a little newer…
