Partly because of the benumbing heat, and partly because I am tired at the end of the day, I am sitting at home and staring in front of myself without a thought in my head. This is just as I like it, but I am also aware of the fact that I have written only two pieces today, whereas I have been writing three pieces on a “normal” day as of late. This has become a norm of sorts the last few months. But what could I write about when my mind is totally and completely blank? By way of a quick compromise, I decided to write a few words about the mind-boggling conundrum I got myself into. Although I have been seeking thoughtlessness for such a long while, I find myself pushing it aside on account of some inane norm I have foisted upon myself without any rhyme or reason. Even more, I am very much against all norms regarding my writing, and I want to get rid of them once and for all. Be that as it may, does this qualify for yet another piece? If so, am I off the hook for today? Feeling satisfied with yet another exercise of telling on myself, I am ready to bring this piece to a close. Phew! Now I can let my mind empty itself once again.