By: Adam Donshik
Monotony. Step after step. Quickly going nowhere. Step. Boredom permeates every emptying pore. Step. The grunting ox on the left and huffing cow on the right equally grating: fingernails slowly scraping across the mind’s overfilled chalkboard. Step. Why am I here? Step. Doubt seeps in. Step. She’s cute. Step. Shit, she saw me. Step. Anxiety washes in. Step. Do I need a colonoscopy this year or next year? Step. If x = -3 is 36 the answer to ƒ (x) = 2(x)2−5(x) + 3? Step. Step. Things won are done; joy’s soul lies in the doing? Bullshit!