journaling

jour­nal­ing

It’s start­ing out for me this way…writ­ing secret, pro­found things for nobody I know to dis­cov­er why write it ? Is a ques­tion I often find myself ask­ing when we tru­ly knew full well we want­ed every­one to come and par­take in our real­i­ty tv series and all the inter­est­ing bits we hid from our peeps or were too embarassed to unleash in the wild. For me, I found free­dom in the devo­tion of it, the puri­ty of for­ma­tion, cre­ation, think­ing things through. Try­ing to describe things beyond me was soemthing I found plea­sur­ably pos­i­tive. How can it hurt any­one shar­ing…
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Spring Notes

2019wher­ev­er I look now, something’s amiss…not right with the world. Mor­pheus come in, can you read me ? Trin­i­ty ? via GIPHY Peo­ple look beat­en up, worn, tired, lack­ing in any suc­cor or joy. Yet these are all peo­ple of​“the great­est coun­try on earth”. They are over­flow­ing with milk and hon­ey, with ama­zon prod­ucts, and crap they nei­ther want nor need, sim­ply hoard. Place­bo that is mate­ri­al­ism is start­ing to wane. I think deep inside, peo­ple knew that the reli­gious cult of online sim­u­lat­ed life was crip­pling and neg­a­tive. This is pre­cise­ly why so many of us are drunk with nos­tal­gia,…