Whenever I’m troubled, stressed, or can’t sleep, I search my mind for a phrase and chronicle from there my thoughts using stream of consciousness. I don’t edit it or censor any thoughts. I just pick some images in my mind and try to let them speak for me.

For several months, I’ve been haunted by the image of a yo-yo and a pogo stick, these novelties that require some manner of skill and balance, but ultimately don’t matter at all. Frivolous skills ill-equipped for meaningful use.

But tonight as I sat down at my computer, I thought of how many dark rooms were lit by my apple and my thoughts. I thought of all the talk of how much our daily lives have changed and how much mine hasn’t at all. These are my thoughts, uncensored…