Managed to break my laptop and phone in the same week and my repair guys changed their hours so spent the weekend (Fri nite-Mon aft) without Internet or any means of contact

(I guess the PS4)

It was maddening at first but grew liberating to live like 1993. Read a few years‘ pile of n+1. And wow, daily cycle internet had forgot me about good writing! That Brooklyn-dwelling left-aligned media could be complex and intellectual rather than viperous and partisan. Like, there was a collection of short stories and it was actually good! Trevor Shikaze’s Beast Leave was amazing, hitting its literary fiction marks while being a fucking hilarious absurd gore slapstick episode of The Office. The editing, too! Callbacks and rhymes spreading over different articles of completely different formats and subjects across the whole issue!

Also I got a (pedal) bike again recently and got around a bit, an area near my place I had hoped would turn into something is seeing more energy, saw some nice yards and houses as inspiration

So am I gonna seize on these insights and cut the internet’s hold on my life? Probably not, ignoring the world to chase a private bliss still just seems like a bad idea. (Though, “withdraw to your pleasures, reconstitute later” might be the best way to starve a spoilt discourse of fuel). Vacations, maybe