Digitally Exhausted (Patreon)

One of the quirks of digital existence, equal parts a blessing and a curse, was the lack of physical stimuli one was beholden to. No muscles to wear out, no urges nor telltale pangs to fulfill them. The only part of the self that did grow weary was the brain but most, without eyelids to grow heavy or blood vessels in their head to ache from such extended tolls, would keep on trudging in a snowballing fugue, a digital haze.

And yet, without these same stimuli, the act of rest itself also became wildly unpredictable—staring into the hypnotic abyss, lying perfectly motionless, there was very little to prevent one from what could effectively be described as zoning out on a cosmic timescale.

I've not felt like making anything this past ~week, for reasons. Trying to derust, and this about sums up my state of mind.

Loose followup to Digitally Drowed.