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Whenever I’m troubled, stressed, or can’t sleep, I search my mind for a phrase and chronicle from there my thoughts using stream of consciousness. I don’t edit it or censor any thoughts. I just pick some images in my mind and try to let them speak for me.
For several months, I’ve been haunted by the image of a yo-yo and a pogo stick, these novelties that require some manner of skill and balance, but ultimately don’t matter at all. Frivolous skills ill-equipped for meaningful use.
But tonight as I sat down at my computer, I thought of how many dark rooms were lit by my apple and my thoughts. I thought of all the talk of how much our daily lives have changed and how much mine hasn’t at all. These are my thoughts, uncensored…
Whenever I’m troubled, stressed, or can’t sleep, I search my mind for a phrase and chronicle from there my thoughts using stream of consciousness. I don’t edit it or censor any thoughts. I just pick some images in my mind and try to let them speak for me.
For several months, I’ve been haunted by the image of a yo-yo and a pogo stick, these novelties that require some manner of skill and balance, but ultimately don’t matter at all. Frivolous skills ill-equipped for meaningful use.
But tonight as I sat down at my computer, I thought of how many dark rooms were lit by my apple and my thoughts. I thought of all the talk of how much our daily lives have changed and how much mine hasn’t at all. These are my thoughts, uncensored…