Daylist: 7pm

I advise you, friends: there is more to life than the four walls of your office. Email is a lie. There is nothing but bits of silicone and metal inside the computer. Everything is make-believe.

Gather now, people who see the glow of starlight through cracks in the universe! Galaxies lie beyond your exposed brick! There is life after your slack mesages stop! You can ignore the advertising! Content carries on without you!

Here, there is imagination. There is indistict chatter. There is a double bass. There is a man with a snake and a woman dancing with an unmarked bottle. There is someone just watching the record spin. Eventually he will have a very interesting thought.

Oh, but this is wonderful! We do not need screens. We do not need articifical intelligence. We need emotional intelligence and judicious stupidity. Your prescription: jazz, twice a day.

We need to put our brains through a loop or two, to see each other’s perspectives. This is a safe space for all: take your solo, take your soul for a spin. There is a lush carpet here to collapse upon in feverish poetic exhaustion. I’m getting a drink and a book of verse, and a new universe once again. I refuse to explain, because I can’t.