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This isolation holds us by the throat. Strangely. Strangling. Every time, we’re caught up reminiscing those romps and hums to speakers blaring the “Joro ja joro” tune. We definitely are taking a break from all these things we love to do; socializing. More importantly, we’re accessing all those goals we set to achieve after the “Happy new year” flickers. We seem to be living a temporary new life, a “quarantined life” a lot of questions being pushed down our weary throats. A lot of anger leaving pangs in our veins. And more importantly, a lot of stories running around the pitch of our senses, shouting. Clamoring to be projected to nature, and perhaps, the world thereafter that we still live.