There are moments when my conscious mind cuts away from all sensations. Severs ties with stimuli. When I succumb to movements worn smooth. An alarm, a time-clock, a leash. Gradual removal and fatigue. The same road, the same distance, the same motions. A to B and then repeat. I punch in, I punch out. I take the call. Reply to all. I say my lines. I leave.
I love Zadie Smith.