It’s at times like this when I am glad that blank.page works offline. My phone battery drained, and without it I don’t have access to the internet. Three times I tried to google things to no avail, and not having internet forces me back to the task of writing.
I have manually closed all the extra tabs open in Chrome.
I have quit all non-essential applications.
Get distractions out of the way. It is easy.
Aim for something and put a time limit: I will write until my phone battery recharges enough for the hotspot to be activated. I estimate around five minutes.
Sometimes I feel like I have opened a door into another world in which very few people live.
It is not better. It is living life at the most challenging level. Ah, the ego creates a myth around the fact that one is dreaming this, if this is an illusion what is left?
I quit the music player and take off my earphones.
A bird is chirping. A dog barking in the distance. The footsteps of my mother who is hurrying to get ready. The phone woke up. My best friend asking if I made it well to Puebla, since I stayed over on Sunday and came back from Mexico City this morning. My mom asked me to hail her a cab. I am back in the world of the ten thousand things.