Document 1.
I look to inflict myself upon the page.
But Document 2 is getting in the way.
So, I start again.
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Document 10.
Fuck, do I have nothing worth a shit to say?
Document 16.
How do I feel today?
Document 1 bleeding into this one.
Maybe I should take a break.
I think I have too much to say.
Document 42.
I think I found the answer.
Never mind, the hitchhikers guide.
Document 43.
44.
45.
Wasn’t it just last night?
Goodbye, time.
