I carry my Rubik’s cube everywhere I go. I like the way it feels between my fingers. Smooth. I like the ‘stop and click’ it makes when I twist it. One, two, four, five…twist ‘click’ twist…One, two, four, five…twist ‘click’ twist. [Repeat, repeat]. Sometimes I feel naked, absent, without it. Though I’ve never bothered to actually solve it. Not conventionally at least. I’m sure I could, but I like the mixing of colors. The different patterns; The random that’s never really random. Instead, I make my own rules. My own game. I suppose that means I half–solve it. Maybe that’s enough for me. Half. Better than none, right? Half a cookie. Half a glass, full or empty. I don’t really care. If half is what I have, at least I have it. Even if it is emptiness. It’s my emptiness. Not yours. Mine. I take all of my emptiness and wrap it up like a child in swaddling cloth ignoring the nothingness that I put inside it. I hold it close to my heart, never bothering to unwrap it. Never looking. Never seeing. Never caring. One, two, four, five…twist ‘click’ twist. I step on my heel, turn to the left or the right, or whichever suits me at the time, and walk on as the world disappears beneath my feet.