I detest I detest I detest, this zombie that I so easily become when the internet is within reach again. Procrastination. Deferral. Deferral of what? Deferral of ... Freedom? Or work? Hiding in the burrow of my study, assuming the pose of work-doing - hey, I'm at a keyboard - but looking at everything except the books next to me. The internet allows one to become passive, a conduit for text, with no need to ever engage a core, focussed thought-process. And so I become blank and numb when taken away from the computer after sitting for hours on end, sucking down everything that I can get my eyes and my clicks on. The world barely seems to be infront of me, after a long session. I have to drag myself everywhere, I become so dependent on stimulus - the act of clicking: 'give me more, give me more, postpone it a little longer, one of these pages must hold the answer'.