It seems when there is nothing to do, time still seems to move quickly. Four days of silence and each moves into the next unnoticed. In improving the signal-to-noise ratio in my life, I’m finding there’s almost nothing left once I remove the nosie. 31/365

One of the first thoughts I had when I started cutting my online connections for the month was that I’d get used to the isolation too quickly, or too easily. Just three days in, and I’m already growing accustomed to this. There’s so little noise now, but still no signal. 30/365

One day into my self-imposed offline imprisonment, I’m already a little off. Since I’ve long since lost any real-life social network, this feels like I’m going away for a while, like I’m taking a 21st century walkabout. So much of my life exists online that by leaving it all behind I’m leaving my own life behind, and by existing solely in the physical world, I’m walking into the unknown. 29/365

Today is the first day I start my month-long return to the physical world and attempt to exist outside myself for a while. So, I won’t be posting these shots online until the end of this silent period. If all goes well, I’ll be living instead. Or at least getting things accomplished. 28/365

I’ve decided to take a break from everything I’m used to and experience the world for a while. I’m pulling the plug on the internet for a month, only using it for work. That means no social networking, no instant messaging, no online communication, and no aimless web browsing. I’ll keep shooting photos and writing entries. I just won’t post them online until March 10th. In the meantime, I’ll be out there in the physical world learning how to live again. 27/365

While I did wake up late today, I at least had some sort of reason for it that wasn’t "sat around doing nothign until 4 AM". For a change. I hung out with some friends until said time instead. And I got a few things done, to boot. No complaints.

26/365

I saw this burned house on the way to work and actually doubled back to take a few photos; it’s something one doesn’t see every day. So, I’ve been a little more "with it" this week than usual, and the end of the week seems more worthwile than before now that (I suppose) I’m cognisent enough to appreciate it.

I think I may be getting accustomed to the workplace and the whole 9 to 5 thing. For now. I think I found a happy medium between a normal sleep and almost no sleep, and now I’m not so foggy anymore. It’s time to reorganize now.

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Suddenly I can sort of see through the day-to-day miasma and see bigger chunks of my overall goals again. I think I can make some progress now. I’m going to work through the small things I need to do to be on my way.

23/365

I don’t know how I manage to function on so little sleep—round five hours a night works for me. Every day sort of bleeds into the next lately, so I don’t even see the need to get a good dosage of sleep in the first place.

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