Been in a state like this before. Desperate indefinable apathy. The words and meanings of this prose poem flow together like watercolor storyboards. There is just enough ill-defined reality to this to carry a character through to the end. The setting is like you are looking at things through a silk scarf. The character too is unfocused. You really can't catch an image of them in your mind but the piece left me thinking they were someone I knew or had at one time been. The whole thing is unethusiastically moving right back into the state where it began. It reminds me of an artistic version of a tiktok reel.