I have these cases of sudden cinematics. Leaning back, violating my own decision not to smoke indoors; as I start to smile, the speakers feed me songs I have listened to too much in recent years, but the acoustic versions.
Transition. Fade. Cut.
Sometimes it feels like I might be clawing my eyes out just so I won't have to see another pattern, so I won't have to know every single reason why things are the way they are.