He wakes up. He feels a little different but still tired. He has a job interview on Thursday that he must prepare for. It is on Thursday and it is on the phone but he is not sure what he will do. Will he be allowed to work for them if he gets the job? Best to relax and just enjoy the interview and use it as practice for interviews. He showers this morning which is an advance on things as they have been over the last few days. He gets to work and eats a bagel. He writes poetry on the bus and he feels invigorated by it. He makes some pictures at work and then he writes some more and he talks to his brother and then also to his friend and he finds out how to write a sestina and he does some more work on an old sestina he started last year. It is not as bad as he thought it was even though it is still pretty bad. He tries to help at work but he cannot find a solution to the sound problems in the small studio so he sets up something else that is useful and then goes home. He reads more poems by Robinson Jeffers. They are amazing. He does not know why he has not heard of him before but he is amazing. Then he realises how limited his knowledge is and determines that he will continue to broaden his horizons. Then he talks with a friend and realises that we are all living in a Cultural Panopticon of our own design. The banality of evil is us. We are the Monsters we were warned about as children. He then talks with another friend and realises he is filling his life with too much mental activity and must clear his mind and meditate more. Then he drinks a black coffee then he half-heartedly tries to pleasure himself, gets tired because he is old and his mind is on other things and then he falls asleep.