Yesterday I jogged 3 miles watching 30 Rock. I don't know where I've gone besides deeper in my mind and somehow further from The Rock itself. Maybe I should turn my treadmill facing west. Running in the direction of Queens is bringing me extreme discomfort. This is at the level of functionality that everything seems impossible. I'm tired from the moment I wake up, and yet struggle to fall asleep, even in the earliest of morning when I know the only quiet in the day will come. Everything is upsetting, and I miss my mantras; But nothing comes but the silence of the brain When I'm not filling the void with sitcom antics and the subtle romance. Tales of a Superstar DJ The Complex Collective © Copyright 2019 [The Festival Project ™] -Ū.