A Message From Your Frontline

The walk to work is eerily empty. At the hospital entrance, in a surreal dystopia, staff members silently flash their IDs and are ushered in through one door, visitors through another. The elevators in the morning are still crowded, but there’s a determined effort to limit contact with each other and with all hard surfaces. The moment I escape enclosed quarters, I douse my hands in hand sanitizer, then drown my workspace in disinfectant…