He lay like that for some time, staring at the ceiling.
Presently, he sat up, swung around and placed his feet on the floor.
He was on a lumpy beige sofa in a spacious well-lit living room overlooking a famed dialysis center.
Well, the room had every intention and means of being well-lit, but the day was uncommonly gray for early October, and the wind agitated the branches of a large lazy, slightly weepy (though no willow) tree with little green leaves that looked like little lady finger cookies, but green, and thin, and actually I couldn’t see them very well owing to my glasses being under the green card table where he does all his eating, writing, and television watching.

He paced up and down, hands behind his back, head and shoulders stooped a little fore, with butt and hands a little aft, reminding one of the one little duck with a feather on his back he led the others with a quack quack quack.

I suppose I would’ve married and had a happy little family like everyone else
were it not for the Hurt
but I still wouldn’t have been able to stop the Evil
and I still wouldn’t know how to help the country
and I still wouldn’t know what the point of me really was, or if there was one

And this way at least
lonely and grinding as it has been to always be putting my foot through my hat and otherwise messing everything up
well,
at least this way I can focus on the project
although I find it difficult to focus
the Hurt is so loud lately
And the nonsensical rhetoric for which I’ve become a kind of Old Faithful spews out with such vigor force and regularity that I must slightly fudge the analogy, “Old Faithfully Progressing”
Furthermore, I am so desperate for money to buy time and security that I can think of nothing else although I have no notion of where money might come from for me and so here I spin my wheels pathetically forever and a day–the existence of which timeframe proves (to my mind at least) that we live within an infinitely infinite universe, rather than a merely infinite one (though this by the by).
In short, I can’t take it anymore
But I’ve no real plan for changing it
In short, I’m stuck