Pull enough money together, somehow, someday, and rent a cottage in the forest. Spend two weeks: take a first aid kit and a big bag of lentils and a stack of books the height of me. No clocks, no phones, no internet, no noise. Sort of like shutting your computer down properly instead of just closing the lid. Take long walks through the ferns and pictures on film, and drink the local mineral water (which is always awful) and don’t meet a soul; don’t say a word, not even to yourself. Forget what it is to be a functioning member of society for a while. It’s important to dream.