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In some of my more despairing moments, I sometimes wish that I could resign myself to a routine of some sort, a comfortable normality where everything that I want to do has no potential for disaster. I find myself limited so severely in my pursuits that it renders me completely unable to invest myself in anything that could ever bring me joy. At night, I picture landscapes shattered by hundreds of featureless rock formations, with their inhabitants moving, partially obscured, from one rock to another. Their transitions as frequent as they are without meaning; no rock higher, none more comfortable than the last. I see this panorama and it fixes my gaze - the activity itself of no interest, only the movement stirring my mind.

One hundred uploads, one hundred examples of how I waste my time. Roughly one year since I started recording, roughly one year left to go.

Music written, performed, arranged and produced by Richard Cannon.

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