Society grinds along by those who sacrifice themselves to the screaming of alarms, the constriction of schedules, the anxiety of due dates and deadlines, and the mocking tick of clocks. Time passes as humans rush through moments that will never again exist in the past, present, and futures we base our lives upon—entirely for a paycheck.
Freed From Writer’s Block
It wasn’t until I found myself drunk at 2 a.m. sitting down—pants wrapped around my ankles—peeing between the spaces in the metal bars that made up the foundation of a cold black bench next to an old friend from high school I hadn’t seen in four years, that I realized I was free from Writer’s Block.