I’ve got a bookshelf full of
broken promises to my
self.
Each one more promising
then the
next.
A dozen books on
minimalism as a
regular and daily
habit and practice.
Browser tabs open
to research on focus
and productivity
and mindfulness.
Anything but voided space
and silent air.
Anything but doing the
work.
Gear and jabber
and technique will
deliver me
from
me.