Despite lockdown and having lots more free time I haven’t really read much more than what I would normally. A huge failure and a glaring omission on the self-inflected backlog of stuff I wanted to catch up with! After recently watching a few Youtubers attempting to read as much as possible in 24 hours -Readathons!- I decided to do something similar, and yesterday against better judgement, I set my alarm and woke-up at 3.30AM. It was horrible.

The first thing I did was jump in the shower to try and wake-up, throw on my Kigu, and open as many curtains as possible. Half an hour later I sat down with Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury and started reading. A book about agents of censorship, mass media, fake digital friends and advertising as news was maybe not the best thing I should’ve read given The Year of our Shitstorm: 2020, but Ray Bradbury is someone i’ve never read before (and I received this recently for my birthday!). I got two parts through, and completely exhausted I had to go back to bed. Not quite the nap I was expecting, I slept a whole two hours instead and woke up at 8.30AM. Yeah.

Reading for 24 hours solid and from that early maybe wasn’t for me, but I still decided I would spend the day reading. No other plans, nothing to do, lets give it a shot, a bit more casually.