Certainly the things that I do not remember still exist in some form, either in my other neurons or in the world around me or the thinning weave of my computer, but there is a great irony to writing thousands of words about creativity — spending so much time writing about creativity — for class I barely have time to write my own blogposts, continue work on PRISM and Clods, think up new ways of considering the mind. I haven't watched The Golden Girls or the Dick Van Dyke Show in 3 days. I've gamed today on an itty bitty 3DS -- was it always this small? -- but I've also watched an hour of short videos on YouTube Shorts and Instagram Reels. Why? What's all this deadness for?
"[Growing up] is hard and nobody understands." // https://www.homestuck.com/story/2391