Today I finished reading Rania Abouzeid's non-fiction book,

I gave up reading, half-way into the titular story.

I've just read a few pages

I've just finished an audiobook

It is almost 4 AM. I sit down at the computer and type. The words leap from my mind onto the screen. It is almost like magic. I do not feel that it is 'I' who is doing it.

'Not knowing' is what lies beyond the edge of our knowledge. At the edge, we feel discomfort. Our bodies change physically. A layer of perspiration forms on our soles and our torsos. We pace up and down repetitively. We know, without a doubt, that we have arrived at a place where unpleasant feelings await: dread, anxiety and fear. It is a place that we try to avoid.