It was getting a little late into the day and still, the mind would not stop. He looked around the room, trying to draw some inspiration from the lines that surrounded him. The grooves in the oak door and polished walnut desk, the lampshade’s pleats, the clock’s hands, the lines in his notebook. He couldn’t find it in the lines. Instead of inspiration he found himself removed, as though the lines were watching him and that he was the subject. The day was slipping past him but he couldn’t budge. Something deeper was pulling him into himself, and he couldn’t escape.
- Reflection #9: Investment
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