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On the evening of the eighth of March 2020, I was boarding a train home. I had broken up two hours ago and was crestfallen. I thought of killing myself, but later gave up on the thought when I remembered my mother had been waiting for me at home. I was beginning to imbibe my reality when the world was thrown into disorder by an invisible agent. I saw separation, the cessation of desire, and death. And I survived it all. This journal is an account of my journey through the all-pervasive and eerily humbling Covid-19 pandemic.