nerves jangled more than
he could remember them
being, even in this purest
and most sinister isolation,
he could tell how affected
the movements of his body,
the thoughts within that tiny
brain of his, and his emotions
(had he lost all contact with
himself? “is this a new me,”
he wondered, and perhaps
even hoped). the next morn
ing he got out of bed, switched
on his laptop, watched the news
blips, feeling a little less, yearning
a bit less. utilizing his momentarily-
lost focus, he whipped up a plan and
some breakfast and made the day his.
