(a collection of independent vignettes)
You stare at it. The longer you look the more it looks back into you.
The more you start to hate yourself for all the time you are wasting. And have wasted in the long, endless days before.
All the research and all the work and long nights, and eons spent typing away at the computer. all. for. nothing.
Because everything you had written, you now hate. And so you are back at the beginning again.
The dreaded blank page.
And time is rushing by.