I catch myself staring at a fuzzy television, fixated on the binary nature of each pixel, and how each pixel flickers between light and dark for no apparent reason, regardless of its surroundings.

            And each pixel is existing in a way that is disconnected from one another, sometimes becoming one with an adjacent pixel due to a partnering of colour, which is a result of (what can be accurately described as) thoughtless happenstance. There is something frustrating about the screen – which is currently reflecting the windowed view of the rainy streets outdoors. Focusing more on the reflection, water droplets look as if they are gliding down the street and it feels like there’s never anything good on TV.

            Rolling over, off of my stomach, the tv shuts off and i'm frozen, staring at the blank unified screen. The strange peeling noise of a remote control being severed from skin feels amplified in my silent apartment.

            Leaving my shit-hole apartment, i check my phone and it’s empty, with the exception of a memo that reads, ‘you are two hours late for work, and you suck’.