At the tail end of a cyclical slump. Never fear. Eliminated distraction once again. Distraction… the hydra that keeps attacking. Cut off a head and one comes back, seemingly stronger. Nuke the whole damn thing and it’s gone forever. The scorched-earth policy produces the proper result, rather than temperance and moderation.

The clarity of mind that emerges as a result of seeking out a world without heightened stimulation. Reminds me of childhood. Your own thoughts forced upon you. Having to manufacture the stimulation independently. Even with video games being available, there wasn’t this need to keep gaming, watching, or listening to something. Unlike the entertainment today that pushes constant consumption.

I’m being quiet about my declarations. “I quit gaming” or “I’m done watching online videos.” I’m keeping that energy to myself. For some reason, whenever I make those announcements, a synapse fires bringing out the contrarian, wanting to rebel.

Keep writing. That’s what I keep telling myself. Just. Keep. Writing.