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In lieu of the newspaper that has increasingly bored him is a book of poetry. The setting is usual: a table, something to drink (wine; he's feeling relaxed tonight). He's very engrossed in the book.
Except for when his eyes are fogged over and staring at a vague spot that's not the book. Thoughts can be so invasive.
Except for when his eyes are fogged over and staring at a vague spot that's not the book. Thoughts can be so invasive.