The twitchiness is twirling my earring. It’s persistent today. Then it picks up my phone again, scrolling, tracing the well worn path from app to app, email to email, like a tiger pacing in a zoo. I snap out of my trance, put the phone down and turn back to this question blinking quietly on the page. I write a few sentences, then perhaps pick up the phone again or go to the fridge and mindlessly stuff something into my mouth, or I go the bathroom and inspect my face for spots
