We all think our identity is fixed, or at least firm. Nothing about that is true, the moment we decide to act differently then that phantasmal moment has become part of our identity. Is it a prison? It can be, if that’s what your imagination tells you it is. is it an escape? Well, if you let it, certainly.
I plead the indoctrination of those who came before us and those who will after. Fledge the sheets wrapped around our ankles as we walk barefoot in the desert. The least of our worries surmount to incomparable atrocities of those who we beseech. Leave it to us to find peace.
This was one of my new years resolutions: creating more stuff and not being satisfied by simply consuming media, art, coffee etc.
I felt like I was floundering and too caught up with work to really find the time to explore this side. I should also preface this by saying I'm definitely not someone who identifies as a creative person. However, pi.fyi has been a cool way to do this with no risk or fear. Sure, my posts are dumb jokes and it's completely meaningless but it makes me feel alright and it's fun to interact with you freaks. thank u friends <3
it helps quench your thirst if you chug desperately, throwing in a bit of unnecessary eye contact, little water droplets running down your neck giving you a chill, letting out a moan when you finish drinking…. I think I hauve covid
