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For better or worse, I sometimes think. I have heard that I therefore am, but I’m unconvinced. Nevertheless, sometimes I write my thoughts down. Mostly just in my diary, but other times I publish them on the Web. This notebook contains those of my writings that are in a state somewhere between published and private.

to me, it feels wrong. i don't write for meticulous care & growth, i write because i'm desperate to (connect, understand, remember, leave something behind)

it reminds me that i'll die someday & i want people to remember who i was, and how i thought. i leave tracings of myself in this abyss, hoping that it'll help other people. it's fragments of me.

that's no garden. it's a mortal abyss. and i find a lot of meaning staring into it.