Digital lobotomy. Faking one's own life. The unlikeable bareness of being. Get in touch with your inner Stalin. Send him a post-card. Tell him you miss him. You want him back. You miss his moustache. And his Dr evil Suit. Build a sharkpool under your boardroom. Write poetry on your neighbours' lawns with lawn food granules and watch their faces a week later. Copy out highly complex mathematical equations onto your colleagues' office whiteboards after everyone has gone home and insert in a couple of product or client names as variables for total authenticity. Then deny all knowledge. Arrange your own near life experience. Play Russian Roulette with the coffee vending machine by randomly pressing menu buttons. Drink whatever comes out. Even if it's vegetable soup at 7am.

Have a near life experience. Have a nice day.