September 15 - Tedium
There’s a clock at the back of the room, directly behind my head. I can’t see it, but I can hear it. That infernal ticking, the humdrum sound of time passing for no reason, for no ultimate effect on the world as a whole. Tick, tick, tick. I can count every single passing second, feel every single moment flow through my fingertips like so much water, but I sit there. I sit there and I let the time pass.
A dull hum emerges from somewhere within the building. The mindless throb of an A/C unit, maybe. A washing machine sloshing away, perhaps. It’s not like I can ever find out. I’ve got no reason to believe that I won’t simply be stuck here for the foreseeable future. So I sit, listen to the throb of the machine, letting its ebbs and flows harmonize with the ticking of the clock.
And I wait, and I wait, and I wait.