Alone with You in the Ether

by Olivie Blake

That he was trapped within the constraints of a maybe-hexagonal structure of space-time from which he might never escape. That tomorrow would look like yesterday; would look like three Fridays from now; would look like last month. That he would never be satisfied. That in two weeks, predictably unpredictable, it might rain, and therefore in changing, everything would remain the same. The next day he would feel differently.