Résumé

It has been 178 days since we have been forced to confine ourselves to our homes. I am beginning to lose track of time, seemingly trapped in an endless loop of passing days. The state has yet to release an explanation of the situation, its only public statement the mandate to remain in our homes. Fortunately, all houses are equipped with a pneumatic transport system that allows the sending and receiving of food and other necessities. The problem, as usual, is money. Only those who work remotely are still able to receive a salary. I'm not one of them. The only way that I can make a living is by selling drugs.