ClarityThe tiny hands on the pocket watch offer no solace in their slow march forward and no matter how many times he checks it the dull waiting continues. Boredom, his worst foe always proceeded by acute feelings of unhappiness, numbs him. Before long the sweeping space of the exquisite restaurant begins to fold on him. Ambience splits into an assault on his senses. The click of teeth together, a fake smile. The raise of pitch in a mans voice on a nearby table, a betrayal of faith by his young beautiful companion. Cutlery scratching plates, a sign of recent wealth not an affluent refined upbringing. All the clacking, cheating, banging, scraping, st