I am certain my mind used to be more interesting than this.

Lately, I find that when I search my thoughts for a concise depiction of what I crave, I only ever stumble upon moments of stillness and calmness. The strange thing is that, in reality, I can't sit still and I can't shut up. Of course, I think that is just because I have so few opportunities to interact that I can't let those moments become their passive variants. I don't know how to find comfortable silence, anymore.

It just seems as though this allows for the combination of all those things I feel I am lacking: Peace, a legitimacy of existence, reassuring physical touch, a calmness devoid of urgency, a feeling of my company being sought by others, and a general feeling of belonging.

That, and the occasional interesting technical conversation and I would be in a much better mental state.

Oh well, what can one expect when they are effectively a vestigial organ of human society,
...Nights