Right now is the only live broadcast. Everything else is a rerun or a trailer.

Attention only ever lands in one place, and most of it gets spent somewhere other than here. Replaying yesterday and rehearsing next month both feel like thinking, though neither can be changed by the thinking. The present is the only part still being written. It is also the only part you can act inside.

Notice where your head goes during the next dull stretch, in class or on a bus. Pull it back to something physically in front of you: a sound, a face, what your hands are doing. Do that a few times and the day stops blurring.