( These problems weigh on my subconscious relentlessly – and the autistic demon

( These problems weigh on my subconscious relentlessly – and the autistic demon is like an enormous, crushingly loud, irresistible, uncaring, merciless, steam powered clockwork enslaving me until I solve them – only to have the next sisyphean task shoved onto me without a moment or kindness. And today … today I feel a respite. A release. As if millions of monumental, heavy, greasy, iron gears finally have been forced into alignment, and the clockwork spins, and the demon is distracted by all the motion. I need to celebrate. To enjoy a few hours or maybe a day of peace of mind. To catch just a moment of rest before he remembers me and enslaves me anew. The cake is baked. )