The speed at which the world works is off today. The speed at which I work is off. Things should be moving faster. I have no patience. I have no patience for cleaning the bathroom or eating or writing. Everything must move faster, nothing should take up any of my time. I don’t want anything getting in the way of … what? What’s out there that’s slowing down the world? My wife wanted to go for a walk, but for me, that’s too slow and boring, so I didn’t go. I stayed at home to work on the computer, where things can go quickly. Manhattan, you lose. See, I can open and close windows at whatever speed I want. The webpages load quickly, and there’s always a new one behind this one. Surfing the web is a perfect bipolar activity because it rewards impatience with variety and the illusion of control. The web is one large illusion, one large escape mechanism in the guise of something else.