Thursday
The ground is iced over multiple times. Today was a strike day. Striking for better pay and better everything for people who work in education. I ate nice pastries, had a good coffee, watched a bunch of cycling videos featuring pretty people, stood on the street among people clad in the red colors of the union and will interview people from a band called The Hirsch Effekt at 4pm. A good day.
What else is life for if not that? So much comfort, all kinds of media and hobbies to choose from, so many tutorials on how to learn them, and you want to be a robot who is not beholden to the enjoyment of it all, unfazed by the flow state, but will check off an acceptable time allotment of it each day, and not a minute more. It’s like you dispense it like a medicine, in a carefully calibrated dose, just enough to keep you going mentally, but not enough so as to seem lazy or too invested in things deemed silly or unproductive. (via ava)