Movement Sixteen

[Bart notices that the factory has collapsed.]

Bart: Ah, jeez. Milhouse, how could you let this happen? You were supposed to be the night watchman!

Milhouse: I was watching. I saw the whole thing. First it started falling over, then it fell over.

On Saturday night, as midnight came and went, I watched my 22 day streak on Duolingo dissolve. Even lost five lingots I’d wagered on keeping-up a seven day streak. Wasn’t that bothered.

Walking home today, I remembered this writing streak, and wondered if my commitment to a daily practice of writing is just further embodiment of pervasive late capitalist mindset: always be productive.

Aware there is privilege in watching deadlines and opportunities drift by. This isn’t a deadline to worry about.

Somedays, no movement is allowed.