Keystone cops run around in a circle, around a conference table as many blank faces stare on. The clients sit baffled amid the talk – wondering why this is being discussed, why they are here, why this is happening, what thy did to deserve this role. The to-do list crawls along, inching like a worm, the time passing like slow drops on stone. I’m being worn away, my talents diminished by the elongation of time for I do not respond well to the rack, to being stretched out by all that is transpiring…