We are all robots

September is around the corner, and I am three weeks into training. It's been a month since the adventure in Kansai, a distant memory to be kept away. Ahead is a written programme where instructions have been detailed out on how to behave, react and serve. The intensity is quite expected, the standards spell 'accountability' for every mistake. Watching yourself as a clone in an army isn't exclusive, my ability to adapt a tad slow.

The human side of things, there are places;people I miss, memories reviewed for recollection. The attic is in the midst of change.