This is a short piece I wrote over summer, also on the theme of puzzles. I thought I’d already posted it. Apparently I hadn’t.

Puzzle

It was a handful of weeks into the summer break. Already _ had become apathetic. Joblessness was perhaps his problem, or maybe only a part of it. Without somewhere to go, something to get up for, he had become, over the recurrent days, acutely aware of the myriad minute sensations that pervade everyday lives. No longer was anything just that which it had once been. No longer was paint around a light switch just paint around a light switch, or a calender unchanged since February just a calender. Now everything was a part of some grandiose puzzle, a puzzle so complex and incongruous that even its final objective was unknown, let alone the steps to its solution.

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