Block three came and went, just like that. Sitting immobile in a chair for eighteen hours a day, no matter how comfortable the chair, is unhealthy and not recommended. I’ve learned to love my fifteen minute naps sitting upright – lean my head back, pull the sweater over my arms, and pretend I don’t care about the pile of notes inches away. Sometimes I wake up refreshed, other times simply more aware of how pitiable this life-style is.

A small distraction intersected my bland but peaceful life. Thirty minutes of breathless trance, in exchange for three days of tearful psychosis. Don’t ask me if it’s worth it; I’m neither rational nor prudent. Just as it is easier to spread the ripple in a still pond, so it took no effort to shake up my life. It was his carelessness. It was my fault.

This is all for the best, at this particular time in my life. No time to part, when what I want should demand all the time I have. Since I can’t fast forward, can’t rewind, can’t play without skipping beats, it is best to put it all on pause. I shall do my utmost to retire this already infinitesimal role. In return, I ask only for the absence of anguish.