Too much reading. Eyes unfocused and tired
Too little writing. Fingers still and ready
Libraries of words. Burst
Across the fibre. Pulse
Down the copper. Flux.
Signal demuxed at the demarc
Thus the Internet was routed
The LAN shouts, packets whorl and twirl
Dancing into my desktop's NIC
96 Firefox tabs later
Where has my time gone?
What did I learn?
Why?
Right...Write. Write!