notes from the outer world.

4pm. Slowdown. That feeling of not getting anywhere that arises from spending hours on a multitude of extremely small, unrelated tasks. The kind of work that needs to be done, sometimes. (And then, sometimes, as well, briefly touching and looking into more complex tasks, feeling daunted and helpless for a short while and cautiously moving forth. Stories of imposters and unsynchronized parallel work.)

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