The -19 degree temperature leaves no room for thinking about why I’m waiting for the clock to turn from 11:52 to 12. These days my life is so stagnant that, just for a change, I stir my coffee in the opposite direction of usual.

Today I rearranged the elements of my room. The apparent goal was to have a better view of the boards I had installed. The inner goal was to introduce some variety. The unconscious goal was to create a difference. Who knows? Maybe if, instead of taking two steps to reach the bed, I just stretch a little, it could make a big difference in my brain’s structure and push me forward.