No dimension. No implication. No impression. No sound. This is the waiting game. In my opinion, a wicked form of abuse to be inflicted on another human being.
Prisoners are made to wait. Patients recuperating are made to wait. So are kins of tragedy victims. And lovers.
Waiting is omnipresent. The chain must be broken. We must not make another waits. We must be responsible and reliable.
Call me, fucker.