I miss just writing without thought; that’s contradictory because writing makes you think. Everything is attached to an outer motive — we want to express in an entertaining, thoughtful, unique manner. I’m tired of things feeling small. There are a lot of minutes in a day. Like 960. I wonder how I spend most of them. What if I tracked it? I bet I look at my phone a lot. It delivers infinite information. The world is scary. Being is conflict. Sirens. Music is a science. Words.