I was the first one at the building. No one was in sight. I was overtaken with the notion that maybe this wasn't the first day back after all. They all laughed at me from their unseen vantage points that lined the courtyard. But it was the first day. They started to trickle in. I was inside now. I was sitting in one of the back rows. They talked, and laughed, and greeted one another, and I watched as always. I felt like a creep sitting back there in agonized silence. I was a creep sitting back there in agonized silence. I was ok with that. I had nothing to say and so I rested. I rested and watched. I rested and watched and listened to the new professor, who was painfully boring. Oh but he meant well. And we will give him the medal anyways.
It's all ok, really.
I guess I was pretty tired. Drifting in and out of sleep the entire day. I kept imagining things I had to do and places I had to be that never even existed in this world.
There's a sort of pergatory that lies between full consciousness and sleep. Anything goes in there. Anything.
And so my hand rested on the armrest and I took time to convince myself that it was mine.
Did I mention the creeping discomfort of respiration?
I breathe. So do you.
It starts to become uncomfortable if you concentrate on it too hard.
I think I recently realized the purpose of light in abstract terms. Abstract human terms, to be relative.
-The Piece
