Between 3:36 AM and psychological collapse o’clock
When you wake up in the middle of the night (it’s 3:36 now) to write things down, but you’re actually do not know why to write it down and it has totally no use putting it on paper (on screen in this case), but you totally HAVE to, but you HAVE all nonsense crap to share with an audience which completely makes no sense at all.
That is: the senseless crap makes no sense at all.
But an audience to share it with is far out the least relevant here.
And why do so? Because apparently your brain hired itself as a full-time emergency nonsense factory operating exclusively between 3:36 AM and psychological collapse o’clock, producing sentences that sound like they were generated by a visual unattractive haunted popcornmachine filled with expired toe nails or books about toe nails, while your exhausted half-dead body just lies there like what the actual screaming toe nail hell are we documenting right now.
