need structure

 I'm treading on foot through a field of contrived fluff, the waste of the productive life of the campus; the visible detritus of living breathing action.  But I am distracted by this, consumed by this.

The more that's in front of me the more my brain just fucking freezes.  I can't swim my way through the vast expanse of time.  I can just sit there witnessing it from moment to moment, wasting and wasting.