Interlude

The man in the room is okay.
All the suffering in the world doesn't upset him.
What a great life you can have, thinks the man.
How happy you can be, if you just don't care.

Interlude

He watches the clock, and thinks of the things he doesn't own.
Like a big screen TV, or a waffle iron.
He decides it's for the best.
The hands of the clock haven't moved in a very long time.

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Nothing makes sense, said the man with his finger on the pulse, but I'll smile anyway.

That way maybe no-one will notice, and I can go home and watch that show that I like, about the lesbian gymnasts-in-training

The pulse skipped a beat, but the man never noticed.