As I start this document, it is 2:46 in the actual A.M. and I have absconded from the warmth of my bed to bask in the putrid blue glow of this godforsaken monitor. If endless scrolling on a barely lit OLED wasn't conducive to sleeping, I shudder at the thought of what this is doing to me. iA Writer, for all of the beauty inherent in its minimalism, is quite blinding. I can see the little floaties bespeckling my cornea, they dance around with every microadjustment of my eye, little squiggly pa...
