I thought something might have changed, but it looks the same. Same things where they were, same thoughts in place. Nothing really different, just another day. Time keeps moving on, but I don’t feel it move. Days go past the same, nothing really shifts. I notice it a little, then I let it sit. Nothing’s moving yet. Tried to start again, but I stopped halfway. Didn’t go too far, just left it there. Didn’t pick it back up, just walked away again. Nothing’s moving yet. Things are still waiting, right where I left them. I see where they are, I don’t go near them. I think about it once, then I leave it again. Nothing’s moving yet. Everything’s still here, just like it was before. I can see the space, but I don’t step through. Nothing really different, just quieter than before. Nothing’s moving yet.