**Visual white waterfalls of noise hitting the rocks of your nerve endings.** Sifting the sand from your hourglass. The colors of thumbs stimulate the synapses like shocks of electricity. The richest junkies on the superhighway, running their motors on information. Sponges of muscle, once hard as iron, sink into the sofa. Bulbs of light, once rays of sunlight. Electric buzz, now just fuzz. Remember to breathe as your thumb aches and your eyes water. **Stop.** Just breathe. Wipe your tears. Put down your phone. Grab a sack for a snack. You will be okay. And tomorrow—a fresh breath, a new beginning.