That's why we have memory. And the opposite of memory— hope. So things that are gone can still matter. So we can built off our pasts and make future.

I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.

No praise, no blame. Just so.

I've always been interested in writing from the perspective of an outsider.

I adapt to things quickly, including good things, which I wish I could shut off sometimes. My friends have to keep reminding me how crazy my life has become, and then it hits me fresh and I just slap my forehead and think, "Wait, what... ?"

I feel the flatline of my existence disrupting, forming heartbeat hills and valleys

What a massive responsibility, being a moral creature