Reay Jespersen

He balled up the note paper and threw it into the round waste bin. That wasn’t right. What was he trying to say? Something about cycles… repetition. The former professor left his desk and began a casual pace, letting his mind wander, which always cleared it.
He sauntered past his bed, and past the doctors studying him through the round portal-like window in his padded door.
Ah-ha! He ran to the note pad and wrote down his thoughts.
He studied them.

He balled up the note paper and threw it into the round waste bin. That wasn’t right…