A deeply restful trip to Singapore. I feel entirely recharged and somewhat ready to handle another quarter.

More interesting I read a very interesting essay. When we're doing nothing, apparently our minds and something called dark networks (long story, short blog post) are imagining futures for us and reliving pasts. I emphasise something I always feel. Truly passionate science is poetry or literature. I quote- "It is only when the environment demands our attention—a dog barks, a child cries, a telephone rings—that our mental time machines switch themselves off and deposit us with a bump in the here and now. We stay just long enough to take a message and then we slip off again to the land of Elsewhen, our dark networks awash in light."