Eyes Don’t Lie

Diary Entry: September 11, 2024

A peculiar inertia has gripped this empirical project. I feel a desperate need for velocity — we should be moving at 100 miles per hour — but we haven’t even entered the vehicle. The schedule is a ruin.

I am, apparently, the only one vibrating with this anxiety. Everyone else seems tranquil, utterly unbothered by the paralysis.

This obsession is the only thing occupying my mind as I sit in class. The professors lecture on mathematical and statistical principles, but the words are just noise. My thoughts are elsewhere, consumed with the problem of how to force momentum.

I catch only occasional, disjointed phrases. She is saying something about her children... her husband. The context is completely lost on me. My focus drifts to her face. It’s the first time I have ever seen her with darkly painted eyelashes.