The notebook I bought today. It wasn’t love at first sight, but I’m starting to love it.

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?