Without knowing when it is going to end, suddenly the last day of 2022 has come. That is not so much different from saying that the earth went around the sun without knowing. Not only did no one tell me the end day from the beginning, I myself didn’t even notice when it started, so that’s how it is. It’s just that time has passed, and the place where I spent yesterday and the place where I’m breathing today existed without intersecting. It seems that it has become a habit to feel the distance while having casual conversations with acquaintances who live in the place where they used to live. Still, I feel strangely relieved when I say “good morning” at the end of the day’s work. If you can say “good morning” all day long, it must be a good day.