My mind has some kind of viral malaise which prevents me from having anything worthwhile to say—or, really, even think about. That’s the truly unnerving part: I’m not really having thoughts. It’s entirely possible this blog-away-from-blog shortly will collapse further still, becoming nothing but daily Link Log Roundup posts. My inner life seems spent, my outer life mechanical. This maybe helps explain why lately I’m not anymore out of bed before noon; read some things, watch some things, listen to some things, eat some things, sleep, repeat. I see people expressing their way through this particular now and I wonder how, and I wonder how they aren’t just empty and listless.