OCCURRENCES. IDLENESS. RESTLESSNESS.

You deliberately put a coma before the miniscule, little dot. Is it too much to expect closure?
Click, then the beeping sound.


Beep.


The blinding curtain of raindrops in front of your eyes, the daunting rush of water surrounding your ears - then a sharp intake of breath. What was usually a deep shade of amber was a clear shade of yellow. How freedom is defined was being sung, and teardrops fell.

No one was there to wipe them away.


Beep.


When thinking was too much, we move on to glance. When glancing was too much, we move on to stare. When staring was too much, we shut it down altogether, cross our fingers, and wait for the speakers to emit a tiny sound: beep.

Ah, dear science, how you impede my life.