>lying in the dark with my eyes open, waiting for my brain to decide when it’s had enough of being conscious. I wish it would hurry up already. >Tomorrow I’m going to sit in front of a flashing box for a few hours and eat some cheese, then I shall make some of my clothes wet just so I can hang them up and wait for them to dry. >The day after I’m going to go to another building and put some things on some shelves so that other people can come and take them off the shelves, thereby giving me more work to do. This will happen for 10 or 11 hours and then I will go home. >At some point I will be given an arbitrary sum of money for my part in this process, of which an equally arbitrary proportion will immediately be sent away to somebody else so that I can have the privilege of not sleeping on the side of the road or in a river for another month. >Entropy describes life; my body is becoming more chaotic as it ages. Things don’t move the way they used to and a lot of the warmth is gone especially in my knees. >i hardly ever use my phone to telephone people, and yet I still call it a phone.