The creases on the forehead are more apparent, the sleep hours self conserved; the nights are perilously short; tempers flare, emotions blunt. The heat is on; so is the battle, and it’s time to take a detour. As I am slowly but steadily treading the unknown path, it is time to forego some of the (i)social ¬†luxuries.

When liberty returns, I will return. – Victor Hugo