Greetings, internet traveler. You're…still here. In front of that screen. Weird. So am I. It's been a long day of staring at this light, typing away, trying to make this rickety brain do things that will make me a little bit of money. And yet, when the clock hits six pm, I can't help but remain in the hideous, depression-inspiring glow that makes time move more slowly and more quickly at the same exact time. Our relationship with our screens is almost like a toxic relationship - you keep gettin…