The routine was atrocious, time there felt different, time there was different. Once set foot out of home he was in a limbo where time made no sense. No obsessive checking the cards stamps, no time schedules, nothing. Everything took the time that it took, there was often no telling how much a given task would take, when a certain person would be found, how many alleys there would be explored before finding your destination.
People adapted to this situation, what was a fifteen minutes waiting. An hour of talking or an afternoon spent in bed in the end?