As the world came to a sudden halt, the movement around the walls I built did the same but it did not bother me that much. The first day was the same, peaceful and uneventful. The birds were loud and I listened to their sound for a minute or so before another Monday started to unfold. Days became weeks and in no time became months and I started wondering what else is there to do. This repetitive cycle was getting on my nerve like a movie I watched too many times to even remember what it was all about. Suddenly, out of realization, I started pondering on the fact that nothing is back to the usual. That things changed but remained the same. That as the sun rises I already ran out of ideas to think about, topics to talk about and motivation to pull me out.
"Now what?" I asked myself never to hear a reply as I type away.