February 1, 2010 12:49 AM
It’s almost one in the morning and you’ve just spent the last half hour revisiting your favorite YouTube videos; finding refuge and humor, comfort, inspiration in those “favorites” and newly suggested ‘Related Videos’ of potential comfort, refuge, humor, of inspiration.
It’s almost one in the morning and you’ve just spent the last two minutes writing about the gaping platitudes of your procrastination – wondering: why? Cliché though may be the premise circumnavigating productivity.
Such late night debauchery of the mind is but the fiend of acrobats, stealing, trapeze-ing away up, up into that colorful, canvas-filled abyss.
That favorite video still hums busily in the background as busily occupy these letters on this page: fshick, fshick, fshick; the sound of knowing fingers navigating keyboard.
You stop to listen. You turn up the sound. And then you remember not to wake the neighbors, so you turn it down.
It’s one in the morning.
A voice, clear, knowing, still fills your vacant thoughts; different though.
Eyes closed, you type these final words.
Save.
Exit.
Eyes closed: YouWatch, YouListen.
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