Multitasking, focused, ignoring. 2 things at once. Under stimulated. Overstimulated. Bored, lonely, scared, uncomfortable. Flying through nothing, unmoving. Unthinking. I cannot, in light of my overwhelming pride, allow myself to think other people’s thoughts. I cannot listen. Two things at once. Overthinking. Slow. They’re slow. They talk about nothing. The brain. Liminal. “It’s not just easy.” This is an exercise in pain. Conciseness. Flow. Always moving, throbbing, pushing forward. Moving where? Why can’t we teleport there? Stop the beating around the brush, the repetition, the pain. The why! I want the why. I want depth, not this endless breadth. This endless, unmoving, breadth. I’ve run out of energy to argue, to question; I just ignore. It gets harder, but instead of moving faster, it moves slower.