In a Lonely Place on 10-04-2018

It should come as no surprise that the more I optimize my life, the more I secretly fetishize inefficiencies. I thought today that I might start praying again, down beside the bed with my palms clasped together, as I did as a boy. How could a minute of that not bring me more than a scroll through my newsfeed, curated and pre-culled, or a set of thirty crunches?