I know I'm paranoid, but am I paranoid enough?

There's good self-consciousness, and then there's toxic, paralyzing, raped-by-psychic-Bedouins self-consciousness.

In the broadest possible sense, writing well means to communicate clearly and interestingly and in a way that feels alive to the reader. Where there’s some kind of relationship between the writer and the reader - even though it’s mediated by a kind of text - there’s an electricity about it.

It's probably hard to feel any sort of Romantic spiritual connection to nature when you have to make your living from it.

But if I decide to decide there’s a different, less selfish, less lonely point to my life, won’t the reason for this decision be my desire to be less lonely, meaning to suffer less overall pain? Can the decision to be less selfish ever be anything other than a selfish decision?

...the most obvious, ubiquitous, important realities are often the ones that are hardest to see and talk about.

It's weird to feel like you miss someone you're not even sure you know.