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He stared at the screen. A digital blank page. He was blank too. Frozen. The cursor blinked rhythmically, a metronome. Nothing. No ideas. No thing. The screen adjusted its temperature looking to warm up the room. He noticed the shift but nothing moved. The playlist changed in response to the data he emitted. Sitting. Staring. He recognised the song and listened for a moment. Distracted. He was almost meditating now. No mind. Beginner’s mind. The blank page gently started work. Just a hint. A stimulus. Colours curated based on his feed. He watched, bored. Maybe someone will come in soon.