004 (interlude)

One more click puts the volume to the max.

He observes the room, silently sitting in the corner, jumping from one group of people to the next.

A notebook lays open on the table next to a black cup of coffee, and the tool that controls the exposure of his innermost thoughts.

Another sip of coffee brings him back to his isolated world of thought and exploration, as he pens down the next creative line.

Soft beats cradle his ears and he attempts to remove the distractions of passing lawyers and the overly talkative “hipsters” that frequent the coffee shop.

one line flows into another, stop, scribble that out, move that over here-no, take it out completely.

write, scribble, write, scribble, the process repeats.




Until it doesn’t.


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