There is a serenity here. A cool calm breeze that softens the room, infusing it with a deep blue light . . .
The urge to think is dissipating. Perhaps even the urge to be . . . heat turning to steely ice . . .
The walls closing then receding. Closing then receding . . .
No text messages. No emails . . .
I will close this laptop soon . . .
I will stay here . . .
I will stay here for as long as it takes . . .
But first, I will buy Bitcoin.