McCloud is not studying anything; he is looking at porn. "I am looking at porn," he says to himself, "while I should be studying." The porn is of a big abstract shape gyrating onto another abstract shape in a nondescript 3-D space. The camera, if we can call it that, moves around the gyrating shapes. Neither shape implies penetration or any kind of sexual act to us uncultured organisms but a sexual act does not necessarily have to involve genitals. "I am looking at porn while I should be studying," McCloud repeats to the empty room. There is no one else there in his room and there is no one who has asked him this question but himself. Well, except me, the writer who is there in spirit. Writers have to be everywhere in spirit as they have to describe it to the reader. I have no idea what else is in the room besides McCloud and his pornography that he is watching. He could be on a bed or he could be in a chair as he views the shapes. I remind myself that it is important for the reader to visualize where McCloud is in space or else it is like he is hovering in ambiguity and so pulls the reader out of the scenario. I feel like I don't know anything about writing anymore beyond the mechanics of it. I feel like giving up.