Halfway through the morning, did I forget to take the tablets? An inventive infusion, rush of blood, unsteady hands in fuzzy hair. Take a cup of coffee, settle, wait for the caffeine to take hold. Sit, in the chair by the fire, read your book: The memoirs of Cocteau.
Of course these are also your thoughts, they are universal ok. He wrote them down, and sat over coffee, with Marcel Proust to consider their merits, before publication; they are though your thoughts, your own unsteady movements captured therein
Time now to return to the task; the letter, the video, the application of the facial mask. Step up from the armchair, to the leather covered, five wheeled, industrial office chair. Then together, press the keys ctrl, alt, delete.
