I’m tired of feeling like my brain is hijacked; I wonder how many people have already accepted that feeling as status quo, as normal — a few billion or so. I read yesterday that Facebook is going to focus on, “More meaningful interactions.” They would serve the noble purpose of creating meaningful interactions by shutting down Facebook right now.

I’ve come to realize that Trump is the president that everyone wants: he is perfectly fitted to our era. Jumpy, distractible, constantly bored: Trump feeds our insane hunger for infotainment. And he is very profitable for the “news” companies that we look to for that infotainment.

It is not a coincidence that the few real geniuses I have known in my lifetime have either gone crazy, gone into isolation, or killed their genius in order to normalize themselves. The hardest, nearly impossible thing to do, is to remain uniquely sensitive in our socio-cultural environment.

Philosophy test: If one group of humans turns another group of humans into lab rats, don’t both groups lose their humanity?

(I’m worried that technology is a zero sum game).

This morning I had coffee with heavy, raw cream; I needed something rich to offset the feeling I have every Saturday: that it’s almost Monday again.

I have so many of the things that I wanted when I moved to New York at 22: an income, publications, a readership, a reputation — but I’ve lost much more. Back then, I had a flip-phone and a broken laptop and didn’t use them anyway; I had ample time to wonder, and I was constantly in love. I was fundamentally impractical — Quixotic. And Don Quixote — if you read his tale very close — was a very wise man.