Pushing at the seams, but stuck in the mud and mire. No sleep. No time. No energy. Tethered to a desk. My mind burns, analyzing, thinking, what’s next? What could be, if only…? Projects half complete, books half read. Photos lurk and haunt me, begging to be finished. But I sit, at this desk, nothing but a necktie and a plastic square with my name on it. Exhausted. Dreaming.