I’m not studying again, are words. I’m writing, I think, passively, and let its purpose pass, as though I were a road, as though the road were long and tired, and as though the purpose were a fast car, and the words were slow. I’d rather not study, I repeat. Rather like leather, rather like lather, rather like rubber, like rubber. I’m tired of studying, I’m not studying, I repeat. Please, he said. What, do you have a reason? I have fatigue, I said. I need to rest, I said.