Pop Cans

It is disappointing that I do not have any thing to write about, but for the fact that I have so little on my mind, lately. That is not entirely true, because my mind is usually racing at 65 kph. Sometimes, I am able to slow it down enough to focus on one thing in real time in order to perform a given task. I am glad that this task was given to me even if it was given by myself: A self-given task, if you will. This task is thus completed and not performed any longer. The race of the mind then recommences.

It seems as though the loss of apathy frees up a lot of time.