The modern condition, or anyway mine.

[snarp]

The knowledge of the necessity to wake up early in the morning and in a rested state is stressful, and makes me resentful of the reason for the necessity; I do not want to go to bed early. I would rather be reading. The knowledge of the necessity to wake up early in the morning and board a form of transportation on which I will remain for ten hours is thus in a way pleasing. I can sleep on the train, and thus have a reason to stay up late and read; it is the virtuous thing to do.

Today I bought four books, of the variety crafted from a combination of plant and synthetic fibers. Packing, I looked at my shelf, where they sat taking up about as much space as a pair of jeans, and slightly less than a hat. I then went online to find torrents containing their text, which is now on my ebook reader. The books will remain on my shelf.