Ultimately, I will meet my demise at the top of the wall, sandwiched between the pile and the sky.

I cannot fight it off forever; at best, I can only delay it. I can try to shove things aside. I can spin them around like a character in a Saturday-morning cartoon. I can force things down to the bottom like a pro wrestler on the offensive. Still, though, I can only buy myself a few more precious seconds. Sometimes it’s enough to plan my next move, sometimes I just can’t seem to do anything.

But I knew that going in.

I did this for the challenge, for the enjoyment. I’ve been doing it so long, the shadows of my progress haunt my eyes, my thoughts, my dreams. I cannot even walk without looking down at my feet and seeing those things that drive me up the wall.

Doesn’t mean I won’t throw in the towel until I absolutely have to, though. Case in point—exactly what I need, falling from above.

The floor ignites in flashes of light and vanishes.

It’s not often in Tetris that you clear four lines at once.