I’ve been thing these past few days; about life and love. I wish I had something deep to say, but I don’t. you better fucking pay attention to what you’re doing in life. choices have to be made; it’s better you do it yourself and command your own ship. control your own narrative.

speaking of, what is a story anyway? some people (me) say they’re all that matters. obviously not true in totality, but also, kind of true almost always! stories galvanize. stories move masses. stories are what ensure we have blueberries in the winter. not in, like, an “omg I lub booberries :)” kind of way but more in a global supply chain balance capitalism kind of way. whatever. you get it.

Life is long. Love is hard. these are known cliches. make good stories. this does not mean you should spend all your time engaging in high-risk behavior. what is does mean is that you should understand how to construct a cohesive and compositionally fulfilled narrative. it’s a really hand skill! maybe the handiest!

“I often spend my time thinking, thinking, thinking, and staring, staring, staring. it’s like yelling into a cave; echos, memories, what’s the difference?

velocity, I suppose.”

- anyone know who said this?