Focus becomes an annoying thing to both lack and have. For example, I’m writing this now because I couldn’t focus on reading my book because I got so fixated on the author’s stream of consciousness that I began to think that maybe it wouldn’t be so boring for people to read a memoir about me, and particularly a scene in that memoir in which I’ve discovered a new band I love. Actually, it’s an old band who broke up in the 90’s. But to me they’re new. And to those who have had…