Once a week, I shut the computer down overnight. Then clean the glistening screen and swab the keyboard with alcohol on Q-tips. Then I turn it back on.
Sometimes I wait even longer.
Sometimes I keep things in case of unlikely contingencies. Sometimes those contingencies come to pass.
On Friday night, I saw the meteor. It was green and orange. Everything will always be perfect. Nothing will ever be finished. Ciao for now, Cat