I sat for 30 minutes, breathing, thinking, and then breathing again.
The bell dinged just as I had begun to scan and I was upset — it was just starting to get easier.
But that frustration was merely another thought, and I didn’t have to follow it.
When I returned to the desk the sunlight illuminated the screen, showing every atom of dust that was otherwise invisible before in the dark contrast of midnight.
To notice the static and dust, and merely by noticing, beginning to filter the noise, was one of the methods of mental maintenance.
The pattern was unavoidable, inevitable. Be willing to notice, be open to really perceiving the static, rather than trying to force your way through it to what it obscured.