Plopping. That is an accurate description. A faceless mass plopping down into life, sliding and slipping and settling into all the cracks.
Plopping. To suggest: putty; play dough; poop.
Plop down onto the couch and stare at the television.
Or the wall.
Stare at a wall for long enough and the white starts fading into shadows, which starts fading into faces, and then my mind is off somewhere else and I am thinking about the future.
To be in the present, rather than moving into the future. This is not a bad thing. The future and all its uncertainties is what causes the plopping to begin with; as such being in the present is a good thing. To plop is to anchor, to settle down into, to move towards the point of contact (the floor, the couch, the cracks).