Shuffling. Shuffling. Shuffling.

Nothing you're saying right now makes any sense.

How long are you going to sit here? A completely meaningless excercise.
The dots scattered across the tile cieling have long been embedded in your memory.

What else is there to do? You are watched and you wait.
Be it bell or schedule, your purpose is undefined until observed.

You find yourself longing for something. Blurred and faded at the edges of your mind.