…might be me.
It’s my last day in this lab. Like the good citizen I am, I have tried to remove all traces myself and make space for my eventual replacement in this itinerant dance that science policy folks like to call “the Churn”. I’ve handed over important or useful stuff and thrown the rest away – except for a few lost pockets of grey area in between, which join the hundreds of other piles of similarly grey stuff that may one day be thrown out when the current denizens have “churned” to such an extent that our initials have long since been forgotten.
In about an hour, I walk out and never come back. And in a few weeks, a new lab adventure will begin.