Time goes back and forth, collapsing as the tip of the pen presses over the virgin paper, like footprints over an unspoiled patch of sandy beach; destined to disappear the moment they come into existence... Distractions flood the space that I am, and I wonder if I've become more adept at waking from their relentless somnolence. Attention flutters like an anxious bird, threatened by everything, overwhelmed by the faintest of changes in the environment, shifting nebulously. Resting now, ever so briefly...