It’s Monday and I am floating in currents unknown, searching in the abyssal stage for a life not my own, but so essentially me. Come this time next week, the life of this other, being a culmination of hours of devising and thus tied to the waves of curriculum, will leave my hands and enter into the collective subconscious.

I have to be the first to become so taken by him, to be struck by the resonant breath we share, so that his truth can become a reality. I don’t think I’m ready for this, but life rarely waits for one blinded by ego to see.