My life recently has gotten to the point that my own mother is starting to worry about me; not that I’m doing anything wrong, you understand, but I don’t seem to be doing much of anything. In the last, say, two weeks, I haven’t woven, haven’t walked, haven’t, as she put it, "done anything obsessively" (i.e. to fruition). Instead, I’ve watched
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