I’m good for 4 solid hours before waking back up. I could clean, or organize papers (thinking about getting a scanner), mostly I just stare at the cieling and parse the day’s events. Too many photons streaming out of everything. Too much/little sound.
I’ve cropped down my social media below some critical threshold. Life as performance art being overrated. Gone are the tangential, TV guide, and “interacting” with fans. Connectivity doesn’t give meaning.
Time for round 2.