Boredom. Four walls, one rounded with a window.
A car passes the time as it drives in
And out of view. The chatter continues
On and on and on and on and…
Drifts into the sound of the background light.
Nothing is being said. Nothing at all.
Just words being thrown like carcassed thoughts.
It's funny, but expressing how bored I was in my notes back then has actually made reviewing them a less boring experience.
Maybe I should do it more often? (Or would that just get boring?)