Today I thought the following to myself,
I need quiet, and lots of it.
I don’t mean I need there to be a lack of noise. What I need is a sort of quiet time, a slice of time that lacks the distracting pressure of tasks needing to be done. That task-pressure prevents the ability for me to think without really trying to think.
When I don’t get enough quiet my thoughts are like left over burned coffee that’s been sitting on heat the for several hours too long. No one wants to drink that shit, least of all me.
The quiet I desire is the kind that cleans the acidic sticky muck off my psyche.
Will I get the quiet I want? This week is extra-plus-busy, so probably not.