Look, a way

Distraction consumes the observer, possessing the obsessed. Any excuse to free the mind from the painful focus of the reality at hand. But the situation stands alone as a defined ideal; not some passing fancy, rather the aim of all desire. To avoid it is to spit in the face of destiny, shying away in the motions of cowardice. Tighten the screws, put on the blinders. Shift attention to the real, and let that obsession define you.