4AM: Another hour passes. My nerve cells misfire more and more; my memory and muscle control are breaking down. Concepts like ‘yesterday, ‘five months from now’ and ‘this moment’ are vague. I scrawl important reminders to myself in handwriting that looks like it was written by a shy child on a bumpy bus. I have decision fatigue. I’m lurching along a very narrow path, with fuzzy dreams of hope on one side and and a sharp dark cliff on the other. The window reflects me on the roof of the Abby Hotel, standing in front of a computer screen, overlooking the town of Ipoh, Malaysia.
I am in the darkest part of the first night of a 72 hour Facebook Live broadcast. I experiment, learn, share - and constantly question my sanity. I am hoping to give away my ebooks, and explain my plans and ideas regarding AR, Augmented Reality. Now, with no one watching, with my stomach growling and my eyelids heavy, the project seems to be a mistake. I am a fool. Why should I go on? What is the point of this?
Defiantly, I Yawn.
....this the beginning of an essay which will soon appear in ElevenAsia......
Another marathon live broadcast will take place from October 15-19, at the Symphony Suites Hotel in Ipoh, Malaysia.