15:59:99, the clock is about to strike 16:00. I am like a string on a violin ready to sing, or rather water at a damn about to be set free, rolling down the valleys, hills and mountains to the sea, the horizon, the freedom. Another single more minute sitting and I’m not sure what may happen to my colleagues closed by. Stillnessphobia is creeping on me… I have to move, I had to feel the blood pulsing through my veins, the oxygen going through my brain… what if each second sitting was a dying neuron… a neuron trapped and flooded into stale water… damned… let me move!
A Fish on a Hill 