It’s been several days since a useful thought has come to me. More of the same old shit spewing from my brain. Sigh, fetter, waste. This is what happens when your best friend is a harmonica and your digital devices consume more of your time, energy, and love than actual people. I went to the Apple store twice today! Had to park in Santa Monica twice today! Had to feed my digital addiction—though I will say technology has eradicated most of my remaining excuses. There’s pretty much nothing I can do I can’t do with my phone, which leaves me infinitely more time, energy, and love to fiddle my literary self. See what I mean? This is shit. At this point, the best I should probably hope for is to go down in history as one of the truly great shovelers.