The early mornings are flooded with tenacious “snack food” thoughts (you feed on them till they bore you and then feel sick all afternoon). They welcome themselves into your house, put their feet up on the table, their smelly socks die the room with a strong foreign scent. They take advantage of the minds vulnerability, its hospitality in the early morning before it can find the strength to sure up its borders and fire out these outrageous, ungrateful interlopers. Once they see there is only space for work in this mans mind, they will flee back to where they came from. They spend the minds resources and offer nothing in return but the mouldy ideas that they uses to try to plug the existential void. They have no place in my mind-palace.