My mind is so loud. So loud. So loud.

I hate this world, where everything is viewed through a screen. It makes my brain feel like it’s been microwaved.

But so much knowledge comes through these pocket sized portals…

Libraries without end.

Knowledge without end.

Illumination!

Devastation.

I look at my screen for hours and soon words begin to jumble together. Alphabet soup in pixels and nits. My eyes cross in an effort to swallow

a sentence,

an idea.

It all turns to mush.

My anxiety rises.

Am I stupid now?

Have I gone past the point of no return?

I turn off my screens. I go somewhere quiet.

I write. The old way. Paper and graphite.

Yes, I will have to type this into my magic rectangle if I want to publish.

But for now, I don’t care.

My mind has quieted down.