Jim knows it’s a bad habit, but could care less, considering it’s his habit and his body and his heart that has been smashed like a mirror, there on the ground reflecting her a thousand times over, so he leans back and loosens the cord and floats amongst the images of her that come in and out of his eyes, travels with her image into the oblivion of the moment because that’s what you’ve got to do to cope and there’s a moment where he wants to keep pushing and be in the nothing, but that’s an even worse habit.