I didn't want to be mean, and that was the easiest way. The noisy room slowly muted and my vision shrunk to that of my 13-inch monitor. A faint sound from afar, a chorus of laughter that echoed through one ear and egressed at the other. While the rest focused on the last interviewee, I was doing the exact opposite and let my mind wander far away from the happenings inside that GSR.

And so I delved into the world, where a simple line or two magnifies and paints a strikingly vivid picture of life; one where my thoughts were laid in font and form. I saw, I connected, I clicked and I assumed it. It soon became a whirl, lost in my sense, my mind went on an odyssey of its own. The images came fast and furious, links drawn within split-seconds and emotions connecting like long-lost friends. It was as though the whirlwind of happenings, thoughts, assumptions, worries, confusions, distractions, hopes, fears were finally mangled in something tangible.

Like a black hole, it was a sorry path of no return, yet I relished in the realism of it all. It felt crappy, yet I felt alive. It consumed every ounce of me and I ran through countless scenes and even replayed a few. And soon, I was brought back crashing down onto the Earth. The void that I was basking in, disappeared, and instead I felt the verisimilitude of the present. THE void that actually matters. Too many thoughts, too many mental processes in way too little time. The chaos tangle wasn't fun.

I'm so keeping my focus.

The idle mind is the devil's playground. True that.