a lack of inflection

ooooh do i continue to have to be careful? I'm playing a game with nature, I mean, I don't expect to win, but it's not about being a winner now. no, it's called being an adult and enjoying the hell out of "sleeping in".

for some reason, some other adults decided days should work a certain way, and thankfully those adults are prolly in the minority now given how many different shifts there are for any different sorts of jobs during the day.

anyway it's nice waking up and then deciding "fuuuuuck the rest of the world I'm going back to bed". it's not that I'm rich - I sleep on an old mattress right on the ground ffs - it's that I enjoy time for what it is: not something to be spent, not something to be merited, not even something to be savoured necessarily; no, time is what time is, a horizon or not (zzz don't feel like citing the Bitcoiners they're annoying me enough as it is); so yeah, in the mornings, it's nice to just be able to go back to bad and literally hide underneath the covers from the margin calls and the new video games and the cheap actors on Twitch and having to work out and making breakfast for nobody.

it's my way of stopping and controlling Time. just sitting there and letting it flow through me, not earning money, not wasting money, not even meditating. the fact that these words are written in the present are meditation enough for me.

a reflection.