Vulnerability is what everybody hopes for in narratives. The vulnerability fit for a narrative straddles a fine medium. Most often, experiences are too big, too small, too unique, or too cliché to be just right. After I run this catalog of vulnerabilities, most are too everything, and the remaining vulnerabilities are hollow and unfilled. What remains is the ever-blinking cursor hovering over senseless text, leaving the only vulnerability I wish to share being writer’s block before myself. But it’s too late to edit the passage, so I wait for tomorrow to keep writing and hope I don’t share.