It’s the moment in which one realizes his life through another’s eyes and just

sits there.

Rowen Catherwood just sat there in the soft lighting of his computer room. The sky outside the window was grey and cool and the sun barely shined on the plastic slats of the undrawn venetian blinds. The next apartment building was obstructive of any more light that could potentially be strong enough to cast those parallel glowing lines on the wall of what was intended to be a sunroom. Only during the small afternoon hours did the sun really have that vantage point to give any plants (or people) enough light to feed on.

The whirring of the computer’s fan was the only inside sound today; a droning, mesmerizing, never-ending intake that kept the flat, silicon brain cool. The wind carried muffled ghosts of a neighbor’s stereo system from across the street, and it probably sounds nothing like the music’s source. It’s more like the sound you hear when you turn your head with water in your ear; the amplified inner-body mumblings of cartilage stretching and twisting between the vertebrae holding up your skull.

The seat of his chair was still adjusting to his weight, as he’d not been sitting there for very long. One hand rest on his flat stomach and the other’s slightly curled fingers were contemplatively pressed against his lips as he looked off into the space in front of him. Rowen was not in the mood to write a story or song. His mind wandered from subject to circumstance to life changing experience in cute little one-liners like, “…Between two snarling creatures, one named ‘Paradigm’ and the other, ‘Effegia’.”