Giving up on privately owned social media is like coming down from a weird trip. Not a bad trip necessarily, it’s just the coming down experience starts to feel uneasy as ou edjust back sfe wisjefp…

I love thought. I love the ones that get away before the fingers can type it out. The ones that defy expression in written letters anyway. The ones chattering away knowing that there’s more to say.

I love sitting with them, not going anywhere but here. Looking around now and explaining it a few different ways.

I seem to get so far with a piece of writing and I hook on a phrase or a word, turn it into a bit, a bit. I’m afraid I’ve done it again.

I wonder if consciousness is sort of working in reverse of biological matter. While the matter is congratulating itself on bigger and more complex configurations, the consciousness is constantly finding the simpler and more succinct way of being