Vonnegutian.

Where am I? Right here. Where are you? 

Why am I not writing? Child, when God signed up for my data plan he only bought the $30/month one. It is very slow and doesn't work in the trains, not even when we pass through Atlantic Avenue. 

I only have enough storage and processing capability to do one thing at a time. Right now, I am reading. Everything. High brow, low brow, middle brow. I cannot write worth a god damn. 

So I'm not!