The Circularity of the Story

It's not just that it seemed on the third visit as you signed the clipboard, that you were a signatory to some insoluble time sense. The duration of your visit would forever play itself out in the revisiting of the situation from that particular point of time in relation to what happened later. And that would in hindsight seem marked somehow. In relation to the way the hospital ward stood, even as you signed in as a momentary fleeting refuge from the wild torments of the outside world. That would when he fought back on them, sparking him a need, a desire, to rehash his relationship with the chemicals that eased the pain they produced.