At least they’ve loved and suffered. As for me, nothing ever happens. Day after day, month after month: nothing. It’s most painful that way. I stare at the monitor at my workstation all day. Once, back in my room, the ritual is repeated. Aren’t you exhausted? Mum asked. I am, Mum. I am. But it’s better than feeling empty, feeling not a thing. For sure, I’ll pass this world too soon. I know, because my heart tells me so.