The minutes on the digital clock in front of me seem to rarely change.
My shift ends soon, but does it really?
The minutes seem like years.
There's been so much chaos and uncertainty lately.
Nothing Makes Sense.
Maelstrom. Confusion. Frustration.
It's all too much.
But not really.
The turbulence is what really keeps me going.
But when will the chaos end?
When will the chaos consume me?
Will it consume me or will I be the one who consumes it?
"F" this maelstrom.
There hasn't been a solid rock in years.
When will my shift be over?
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