I thought of things to write, like how I had porridge and blueberries for breakfast, how the air outside is fresh from early morning rain, how I feel anxious when I sit still too long, that I eat too much, drink too much, dream too much, lie too much, tell the truth at inappropriate times, feel sad, cry, waste, rot. Then I thought how silly it is to write anything at all, then I did anyway, explaining why I wasn't going to.