There are days I fill so completely with wanting: wanting to work well, to call my mother back, to see the friend I keep rescheduling, to just sit somewhere quiet for twenty minutes, that the wanting stops feeling like desire and starts feeling like weight.

I don't think I've ever run out of things I care about, only hours to prove it. So I made this experiment, mostly for myself, as a place to notice at the end of a week, a month, where I actually was. I don't know yet what I'll find when I look honestly. Maybe that's the point of building it.