I don’t deserve all of the credit in this outcome but I can read now, comfortably and enthusiastically. I owe this positive development to meeting a professor in my university with whom I connected immediately through a shared interest in literature. I did not have much contributions initially as I had not engage in well-done literary readings since high school (maybe I’m assessing myself a bit harshly) but it was somehow easier for me to just pick a book, sit down, and read without having the frequent urge to distract myself with screens. So did I.

At the moment of writing though, I have discovered a kind of frustration emerging from the dissolution of peace. I was using the midterm of tomorrow as a valid excuse to read more than 100 pages of sociotechnology related theory when suddenly my phone rang. It has been 3 and a half hours since then. I couldn’t get back to reading until half past midnight at which time I still didn’t, for my complaints enabled an opportunity to spend time with a lovely friend. So did I.

Now all I have to do is to decide what to do with the time that is given me.