My cell phones been going off, but I’m going back into hiding. I’ve reached a place in my story that just shuts me down every time I go to continue. The only cure is less communication. I need to spray everything down with Mr. Clean so the germs don’t take over my place. Do you ever think about cleaning and how we’re never finished? Clean is citrus and pristine white or speckled marble that glistens. Open space or, dead space if you ask me. Usually, he just slides the ruffled laundrys over and hammers away on his laptop until I make him pay attention to me. But, lately, it feels like nothing really matters. What can you do when you feel like there’s nothing left? Just stop? Sometimes it seems I haven’t come very far and that giving up wouldn’t be so bad. But, then I look back at my…