The Doom of the Time

I knew even in late March that I was going to try to write a book. Part of it was like anxiety because it was an anxious time. Another thing was that, you know, anxiety needs a branch to a light on. So anyway, I started writing a few in the last like five or six days of March. And that's when I kind of settled on this form, which ended up sort of being like stanza graphs as determined by sentences.