How hard is it to feel, to connect, to touch... No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War is a spiritual war. Our Great Depression is our lives. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

Winter. Back to routine. Back to 9 to 5. Solitude. Loneliness. This editorial reimagines the office as both stage and cage, a minimalist purgatory where structure and restraint become aesthetics, and resistance begins in stillness.