**ON HIATUS** A triple-take to the left confirms a trick of the brain. I could've sworn I saw someone—an arm—or flowing clothes like robes. It's constant, it's neverending, and it brings with it a furtherance of anxiety. Another struggle atop the headaches and the lethargy. I know they did it to hurt me, I know they did it to spite me, unjustified and idiotic! Another trip will help me, I just need some guidance, I just need a break. Cassian suffers mental disturbances of many kinds, and struggles through his world, growing ever more labyrinthine by the day, to find the right technique of self-medication to relieve him from his stress. As if the quirks of his birth were not bad enough, he tells himself, one mistake yields a world of hurt he spends his days trying to repair.