Turns Out April Really is the Cruelest Month

If April is the cruelest month, as T.S. Eliot believed, I’m looking forward to May.

While this has been a fairly grueling month, it’s also passed by surprisingly fast. Perhaps the fact I’ve been keeping myself busy has helped speed up the clock, which had already felt faster than it should be. When I was young, I remember my mother telling me that time passes faster the older you get. And sure enough, as the years passed by, I’ve seen time grow up with me. First it learnt to crawl. Then it took its first steps. Then once walking had proven too easy, it laced up, headed outside and propelled its legs like wings.

A few years ago I wished I could find a space outside of time that I could visit whenever I felt tired of time’s relentless tick. Here in this room, I’d be free to do whatever I wanted and not feel the guilt of having wasted a precious second on negative thoughts.

I suppose I’m only recalling this idea now because the confinement is about as close to this timeout room as can be found on the earth. Since the confinement began last month, it has often felt like time has been standing still, waiting for the right moment to resume. Of course, with all the headlines coming out every hour it’s impossible not to think that time isn’t moving forward. But even with that said, there’s no denying the fact that there is…