Temporal Distortion, Continued…

…the first block of the day, this block, feeling as though it’s the last block of the day and the second block of the day as though it’s the first… everything in between, the pieces assembled from the life in the daylight hours, finally processed in that first bit, when it’s still dark, before breakfast – though now daylight’s coming much sooner – to clear space for the head-on confrontation between myself and the blank page in the second. And so it goes.