I have a feeling. I don’t know what it is. It’s there, sinking like a stone through water. Any progress I’ve made seems, at times like this, to be nothing more than acrobatics on the way down.
It’s like standing in an empty field, devoid of all life, with permeating heat but no sunlight. There is nobody to ask for help, nothing to do but walk forward until you collapse from dehydration or starvation.
Everything is distracting. Like having your attention torn from something you were immersed in, over and over again. It’s frustrating. Nothing gets done. Soon, you forget what you were trying to do in the first place.