Daily Distortion

Déjà Vu

A cold little shiver at the back of my skull, as if time had folded in on itself and let me glimpse a moment I had already lived, ruined, and buried. I hated that feeling. But hatred changes nothing. Some things enter your life like unwelcome guests and sit down as if they belong there.

The Seduction of Later

That is the thing about procrastination. It does not overpower you.It courts you. It knows your weak spots. It knows that you are not truly defeated by hard work, but by the possibility of a softer alternative. The task sits there on the table, waiting with all the raw sex appeal of boiled cabbage, while procrastination glides in wearing silk and murmuring dangerous little phrases like, “Five minutes won’t hurt,” or “You’ll do it better when you’re in the mood.” At that point, the evening is basically over.