Languages are funny. Like somehow we all decided that some silly sounds mean things. Why aren’t there more disagreements on what sounds go with what things?
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Fall ’22, Day 57
What does it mean to really live? Maybe this question is best approached by defining its opposite. It cannot be boring or tiresome, gray or passive. So to really live must be exciting, fascinating, bright, and energizing. That’s how I want to live.
Fall ’22, Day 56
I’m not sure what to say. Things, I guess. I want to run through fields of flowers. I want to write next to a clear creek. I want to fly kites and sing. How far away am I?
Fall ’22, Day 55
I thought it would be easier to make friends in college. I feel an almost constant heaviness of unbelonging. It’s a new level of loneliness to be surrounded by people 24/7 and still be alone.
Fall ’22, Day 54
I’m watching “Your Lie in April” for the third time. I love it so much.
Fall ’22, Day 53
32 times! Is that average? Does it matter?
Fall ’22, Day 52
I love it when people smile, although it doesn’t happen often. I wonder how much I smile. It’s experiment time!
Fall ’22, Day 51
There’s something about looking up. Even when I’m not looking at anything, looking up just hits different.
Fall ’22, Day 50
I’m realizing how much my physical environment affects my work. I can bring things into a space which makes them small. Research papers don’t seem so intimidating when I’m sitting among the trees listening to crickets.
Fall ’22, Day 49
I love walking at night and listening to Moon River by Jacob Collier. I love looking up at the stars and feeling the air rush over my hands.
Fall ’22, Day 48
I made a game to show how I’ve been feeling lately:
Fall ’22, Day 47
This is quickly becoming an obsession, although I’m not sure how to define it. Maybe it’s the opposite of depression. I want to really live.
Fall ’22, Day 46
I can’t stop thinking about the idea of wonder. I want old maps and bubbles over green fields and rain on bright days. I want to discover everything.
Fall ’22, Day 45
I’ve been thinking and I want to live in the dream side of the real world. I want to find joy in everything. I’m looking for wonder.
Fall ’22, Day 44
Everything I do on the computer boils down to a very long string of simple actions. It’s just lots of pressing buttons in the right order. The system that determines their order may be complex, but the output is simple. Weird to think about, isn’t it?
Fall ’22, Day 43
Now’s the part of the show when I try to decide whether to change the subject or continue the theme from yesterday. I feel like I owe you some sort of continuation, so here it goes: I was right to dream. The life I’ve found in doing so isn’t dead. I’m going to continue to…
Fall ’22, Day 42
The pain of dreaming is hitting me already. I must be doing something right.
Fall ’22, Day 41
Riding in the backseat of a car is magical. Watching the scenery is magical. Listening to music while doing both is bliss.