Hopper's Corner

Coming in at a low angle and refracted through the nicked glass of the old door the early daylight begins to take over the room. It signals a new day, but he sees it only as a threat. A challenge he is unwilling to meet.

He copies and pastes the to-do list from the day before and knows he’ll do the same tomorrow. Desire is not the problem; it’s ambition that is missing.

The shafts and dots of light will move across the floor, up the walls, onto the ceiling and to the other side of the room, as they did yesterday, and he will be still and watch. He tells himself it is part of the process.

Tomorrow will be different. Tomorrow is the day.