The Angle

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In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.

"She can't remember when the morning became confused with night, when the clouds of her unrest shaded the glow of promise, making the beep, beep, beep, of her alarm clock the only way to tell one from the other. Life, like a long drawn out play with mediocre actors, bored from too many cigarettes and a diet of saltine crackers, had started to play out before her on a stage. Her eyes had become useless from over thinking and under-emotionalizing everything - she was always rehearsing, but never taking the stage."