Worse, without confirmation that everyone else is doing what I’m doing, I imagine everyone else is perfectly productive. ![]() I do it anyway: my eyes can’t rest on one thing for long. Looking at anything outside the 8x13 of the laptop screen feels irresponsible and wasteful. ![]() Without a commute, a shared lunch, and wasting time with colleagues, the day’s rhythm is driven and punctuated by little red dots and popups: new emails, a videocon, a task list built inexpertly online because there’s no place on a card table for a calendar. I’d imagine your workday, like mine, flows through your laptop. I spend as much time looking at them as I do at my laptop screen. On a good day they look like trophies on a bad one they look like funeral urns. ![]() In the morning the white lines get brighter and it looks like Cs and Ds. The curtains in my in-laws’ room have a print that looks like bats in the evening.
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