everydays

How do you render your consciousness honestly? How can you transcend mere fact without getting lost in fanciful prose? Is all mundanity worth logging? Stop by stop, a robot announcer drone-talks the time, and my pointer finger feels foreign as I scratch its side. Who will be at the meetup tonight?

Amazon messed up… I got 2 packages. The cassette player is here. But when I opened the 2nd package—expecting to find cassette tapes—I found a pack of 6 toilet bowl cleaning pucks…

The swan in the lake is more than an Instagram photo prop, it’s a tool for you to imagine the consciousness of another being. What’s it like to be a swan? The person who sees the swan as a compositional elements through a grid of thirds might miss this thought experiment.

Took two laps around a nearby lake, and ended up reflecting on where I’ve come since I’ve turned 17. At that point, I grew into my body, but not my mind. My second lifetime (18-33 yo)—which for most people is a convergence—was an divergent exploration. Feels like I’ve found a lane I cant commit to until my 50s.

My slice of life on Earth happens to be one with bottled Poland Spring water.

Wondering what it would be like to work at the local bagel place. Would I get better at talking to strangers? Would it stretch my memory? Would I get writing material?

Pre-birthday night. The decorations, the streamer with letters on string over mirror. Festivus! Company on Saturday. Have I earned the right to relax tomorrow? I’ve been feeling endlessly behind.