I don't know what I want. Like, at all. It's very disconcerting. Aimless but productive, always grinding away at something. Some task. Some rabbit hole that ultimately goes nowhere. Over and over. Like a fractal of mundane excess, self-similar and sharp, but self consuming and lost. So lost.

i understand this feeling, sometimes it revisits when I’m off my practice or in-between projects. best of luck on quenching that feeling if it’s burdensome. ultimately, all we are really after is peace of mind, & it’s available at any moment, often hiding in the mundane