...What is it with these screens surrounding me, constantly dragging me away from the desired task at hand? I'll burn that thought for a while, but the concept will always stand: The devices in my life will eventually cause procrastination to eventually dictate and rule over me like mice in my hair.

From that point, it'a impossible for to go on further. No cooking, no planting, no flying, no nothing. No balloons, no kicthens, not even the chance to see stars.

Do these things have to take us unawares, may I ask? Can't we have some mindfulness inside our outhouse of a brain? Or must we behave like addicts? I can't tell-tale anymore.