Singapore, Sept. 20 -- 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.
My long-sleeved shirts hang unused in the cupboard and my shoes plead to be worn. A self-proclaimed expert on soles told me the underside of shoes c...