I was working on something, and that weak spark revealed itself to me once more. Being the junkie I am, I was ready to chase it with all my willpower.

The morning train wore its delay like a clean shirt. Nobody believed it, but everybody had somewhere to be.

The coffee went cold while the room kept talking. That was the trouble with noise. It knew how to fill a chair.

The path looked peaceful from a distance. Up close, every bench had the face of someone waiting for an answer.

The screen blinked once, then pretended it had never knocked. Technology has manners only when watched.