Four: Time out of Camp

Time out is always very short. It's fleeting and it's only the first few hours when I really enjoy myself. After a short while, the thought of going back in starts settling in and really, the cycle of dread, apprehension and finally resignation sets in. Why are you so far reaching to deny me even that peace and solitude over the weekend?

Not everyone is cut out for this job. Fancy forcing the whole population to become architects. If anything, this whole experience would have thought me to close my eyes and charge ahead, oblivious to the whole process, preoccupied with what's most immediate.

One more week to go. And then another, and then another, and then another. All i'm doing is skipping stones.