They call or write, asking for data and small details they hope will make it all make sense.

I glance at their requests and look away quickly. Every little misktake, every overpowered decision rides in my head and dominates small details, mocking them. I cant help but try to put things in perspective as my mind wanders away hoping never to return.

Paperwork and pen and structured curriculum wash away and I remember the magnitude I was meant to create.

But the taste is diluted.