I can be a waste of time, electrons dripping into my veins through my eye socket assaulting my ear canal directly into my brains.
When my purpose is stretched between too many ambitions it is easily punctured by the buzz of inboxes, and mindless online exhibitions.
I gorge on useless tips and viral videos positioning my open mouth below the gaping search box as I pull the lever again and again and my willpower goes south.
Each stray thought, each nagging question is an excuse to trade concentration for an immediate rush, a canonical ****** of electronic validation.
I pull as hard as I can, interrupting the current feeding these diversions. The network inside my brain lights up, completing my inner circuit.