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Public writings.
All of these entries are intentionally rough/unedited ideas I have and notes of things I read (“If I had more time, I would have written a shorter letter.“)
They are often simple or broken, but I think it’s better for me to independently think of something and hope to converge or end up in a new place, or find my way to a similar idea on my own, even if it is a mess or stupid way to get there.
How much can you get to know me by reading them? I don’t feel I am here in these words. It’s just the me that is writing, not the me that is smiling.
I feel ok with you reading them, because I am not asking you to. If you do, it’s on you.
They are just here with the hopes that sifting through them, something meaningful comes out.
But that really doesn’t seem to be the case. Nothing has been answered. Not a single thing is certain. If they are deleted one day, more will be said in that action than all the words ever written here.
