My “book” still isn’t done.
Which makes it just about 10 months late.
But if I wait longer, and add another year of content too it, maybe it can be on time as a book of six-years of trenchant daily.
My mind fluctuates between intense undistrubed concentration for hours and racing so quickly that time bends and flattens around it. Neither seems to be appropriate for modern life.
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