Today I did not get a job, but I had a love-in with Pablo. It looked like this:
I wonder, if I meticulously document examples of procrastination with photos and text, will it add up to a life of action? How does a life of conscious procrastination differ from other lives? When does consciousness lead to change and when is consciousness an end in itself?
Is consciousness without action enough?
I also didn't make it to the gym.