Obsession.

I hurt so much right now. The sun is a deadly machine that curls and folds around my skin like a lover too rough with their touching. My head is drained of all thought and creativity by the pounding waves from above. I can only think about obsessions. My work requires little or no thought, thank god, and the little thought I put towards it is often unnecessary. Consideration is not appreciated. Manners are looked down upon. Simple courtesy is seen as ridiculous. A cut-throat mentality driven by greed and addiction is the only pure motivation. A descent into baser humanity is praised. Gaining joy from another's suffering is seen as entertainment. The job itself is not difficult. It pays well. The stresses and conflicts surrounding it pull my heart in the wrong direction. The only thing that allows me to stay sane is my current obsession. A small face with brown eyes topped by a crown of gold. It has a name, my precious does, and I speaks it only in the quiet corners of my sun scorched day.

Time to go to work.