journal-011

The notebook I bought today. It wasn’t love at first sight, but I’m starting to love it.
Which words are worth the paper?
I still think about deleting my journal on Stacker News and my website. Why?
I still struggle with what it is that I want to share. I want to share the struggle of sharing but sharing the struggle makes the struggle less worth sharing.
I laughed when I wrote this. Why am I like this? Why do I think about these things that eventually make me want to fly into a mountain? Now I’m crying.
In some way, I think it’s fun. It’s fun to be complex. Or do I mean interesting?
I didn’t go swimming, hiking or to the gym today. I am scared that this is the end.
I had a dream in which I was reliving a memory with former friends. I asked them:
Do you know we are inside a memory?
When I woke up, I wondered:
What if reality only feels real because we’re missing a part of our brain?