This time I made it really big. I betrayed his trust and I have to fix it. But how? I’ve been pinned to my desk all night trying to produce something that makes sense, but nothing is. Not even why I did what I did. I don’t remember it anymore, maybe that’s why my PC screen blinds me mockingly through that irritating blank page. Even the table lamp looks at me with its great searching eye. Clip, give me strength, inspire me with your essential line, simple as the truth that I have to find within me.