Sitting down for what he felt like was the last time, he began to develop his thought process into a rhythm. It had started to take off. Looking around the somewhat lit room, he became distracted with a white object on his desk. Slowly becoming engulfed in his rhythmic whirlwind of though he lost absolute control over maintaining his attention to the task at hand. A noise like something a god would make startles him out of his stupor. Turning back to the screen, he looks deeply into it. He realizes he is again clacking away mindlessly, eyelids almost dropped to the ground while his throat burns and his fingers drop like hammers.