Two four six oh one.
Today I feel as though I’m playing a cat-and-mouse game with the tasks I have yet to accomplish, the sort in which predator and prey are fluid status.
I prioritize with my nerves on edge, fencing with my responsibilities instead of trying to engage them diplomatically, imagining in them a cruelty and a masochistic desire to be failed.
A detail forgotten until almost too late, an email still in need of response, a deadline approaching much faster than I had expected.
Guard, parry, thrust.
Duck into the doorway and slip into the shadow, get a better reading of the environment from higher ground.
Lie in ambush with my back to the wall.
I am in dogged pursuit of myself.
I am trying to stay one step ahead of my worst moments.
Creative Control 