I am holding my breath. One two three. Seriously. I am holding my breath while typing. I am holding my breath to see how long it will take you to reach me. I am trying to reach you. I am trying to reach you. I am holding my breath. I make drafts of unnecessary chapters and trying to reach you. An old man with a blazer passes next to me, he smells of moth bolls. Doesn't he know these things are toxic. I am trying to reach you. He just needs the toilet. He says it out loud. I just need the toilet. Now I do too. Cause I am trying to reach you. And I can't stand moth balls. You know. I could do many things, but I am still holding my breath.