Some days it’s nice to simply get out of the house.
Today was one of those days where I had to physically go into work, and I have to say I quite enjoyed it. Routines are nice, but sometimes it’s cool to break it up and do something different. Who knew that actually going to campus for work would be the thing that is out of the ordinary, but such is the time that we are living right now. Of course, it’s a blessing that I get to drive my brother’s car for the commute, rather than take public transport; it probably wouldn’t be enjoyable at all if I had to slog it with the masses on the bus.
Nothing against buses, but you really cannot do social distancing inside one.
It is eerie indeed to be one of the few people on campus, a sort of silence that even during the breaks between semesters you wouldn’t find. Picture an entire floor of the library building, and it’s just me, my supervisor, and the attending security guard. Everything seems to be in suspended animation, other than the few items I interact with. It sounds a bit perverse, but it’s as if Thanos did the snap, and I’m amongst the few survivors combing through everything that’s been left behind. The coworkers that I’m used to interacting with have seemingly vanished.
On the other hand, I also like the silence very much. Where I live it’s not the quietest street in the world, and sometimes it’s difficult to concentrate on my third-floor room that faces the road. On campus - with almost everyone gone - it’s far easier to keep focus, and not be momentarily annoyed at the car driving by that’s playing music at the volume level of a rock concert. I know I shouldn’t let such a trivial and uncontrollable things distract me, and I really try not to, but to be in an environment where I know for sure that no such mental intrusion will ever occur, the mind is that extra bit calmer.
I reckon physically going to work once a week is a good thing for the mind.
The sound of silence.