Because you haven’t been getting up before noon for a full five weeks after your Miscellaneous Neurological Event, no matter what time you go to bed (and read a lot of books). And you’re the idiot who called this MORNING Computer. Because your mind is drifting from place to place like the butterflies in the back garden that you watch while you sit and think, and you don’t want to start concretising them yet. Because you’re walking three miles after your three espressos that begin each day, and it’s hard to type and cross roads at the same time. Because life is quiet and we are late in the first act of the internet and it’s easy to vanish from view now. The ties that bound you to the online world have fallen away, and an email now is as rare as a phone call was twenty years ago, for you.

And so you forget that this thing is here and you need to write in it every day. And sometimes you disappear.

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