The Path to Hiatus"1:31 p.m." read the analogue watch a young man wore loosely around his wrist, rotating left and right as he power-walked his way home wearing a formal suit in a blazing summer's noon. The sidewalks had maybe five or so less people per cement square-inch than the five-o-clock business rush. Still, he waded and rushed through the flow of people that pervaded his intended path. As he turned the corner, he came across a tall, charcoal-grey brick apartment; crawling with ivy up the window panes as they seemed to be in the world's slowest race to the surface of the sun. A slight expression of achievement manifested itself as a worn grin, panting f