The room is quieter now. Everything’s slowed down. Nothing feels as loud, but nothing’s really gone. It’s easier to sit here, not think too far ahead. I said I’d get to things, maybe later on. Left them where they were, just for now. Didn’t move anything, just left it how it was. I’ll start again tomorrow. I’ll start again tomorrow. There’s space to think again, but I don’t go too far. Every time I try, I stop where I am. Let the thought pass through, then let it go again. I’ll start again tomorrow. The light is getting low. I haven’t moved much yet. Everything’s still there, just waiting where I left it. Nothing’s really changed, just quieter than before. I’ll start again tomorrow. I’ll start again tomorrow.