I'm Quite Good At Not Writing.

I'm Holding Back, Delaying The Information. I'm Lingering In The Prior Moment Because It Was A Time When Other Outcomes Were Still Possible.

The Moment You Lose Curiosity In The World, You Might As Well Be Dead.

Oblivion Seemed The Only Reasonable Option.

It Was Thought, Perception, Sensations That Interested Her, The Conscious Mind As A River Through Time, And How To Represent Its Onward Roll, As Well As All The Tributaries That Would Swell It, And The Obstacles That Would Divert It. If Only She Could Reproduce The Clear Light Of A Summer's Morning.

Narrative Tension Is Primarily About Withholding Information.