there are days i lay in bed and dizzy from fatigue i stumble to the toilet. lately i realised this must be how she felt being in bed for four years = one thousand four hundred and sixty days = thirty five thousand and forty hours = two million one hundred and two thousand and four hundred minutes = one hundred and twenty six million one hundred and forty four thousand seconds

as mind boggling to type as it is to read as it is to imagine, enough time in bed for me to get my degree

such obsession. as meaningless as it is futile as it is late