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He focused on the music again. Time was, difficult. He couldn't imagine it, not that he could picture much of anything anymore. Once he could. He felt that everything clicked. It was an odd state of mind. Like he was in a bubble and that bubble floated along, but it could be pushed in any direction. There was a thickness to things that was almost perceptible. But now he was burnt out.

It was if he was being corrected by several points at once. The later experiments fixing out the earlier ones. He was worried that the future was too conservative. World events being some sort of barrier between when they would and wouldn't interfere.

He hoped that something else was happening. Something more than appeared on the surface. It all seemed to plain. His choices seemed too limited, and in such an environment his mind shut down. There was no puzzle to fathom, no task to busy himself. No tide to get swept up in.

He amused himself in the most mundane ways, mindless clicking and waiting. But he felt relaxed, as if biding his time was simply the best thing to do at the moment. Despite some signals to the contrary, he was alright – even if he seemed to be in a void.