I slept all day.
I couldn’t sleep at night.
I read good lot of Stephen Hawking.
I don’t feel as much as I should for the so assumed expanding universe.
I feel more connected to Virgina Woolf’s Mrs Dalloway which I’ve not even read yet. Salvation lies in literature, reality is a myth.
The fact that Virgina Woolf drowned herself in a river intrigues me more than the Big Bang theory and infinite density of universe at singularity.