Finitude - by nikhil - Splash

Last week, I was brought to my knees by daylight saving time. As I rejoiced at the newfound sunshine throughout the day, the brightness of my commute home, my body couldn’t find rest. I tossed and turned through each night, moving through my days in a sort of haze. Among a rising workload at work and a faint cold, I skipped writing for the first week in months, a relief considering my overwhelming tiredness. But my week without writing continued beyond my Thursday. I spent countless hours on my phone scrolling through YouTube shorts, and my recommendations went from video essays about art to Pokemon speedruns and chess videos, how it looked before I started trying to make all of my life focused on writing. My work extended past my normal hours, and I agreed to design a poster for a friend’s EP release party. Without putting time aside for writing, my time was filled anyway, with things still worth my time. I imagined my life without writing again, as I do whenever I’m feeling off, one

Last week, I was brought to my knees by daylight saving time. As I rejoiced at the newfound sunshine throughout the day, the brightness of my commute home, my body couldn’t find rest. I tossed and turned through each night, moving through my days in a sort of haze. Among a rising workload at work and a faint cold, I skipped writing for the first week in months, a relief considering my overwhelming tiredness. But my week without writing continued beyond my Thursday. I spent countless hours on my phone scrolling through YouTube shorts, and my recommendations went from video essays about art to P