“Your first love isn’t the first person you give your heart to—it’s the first one who breaks it”
The first line describing Lang Leav’s Sad Girls! Grabs me by the throat. My truth. Yours too?
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“Your first love isn’t the first person you give your heart to—it’s the first one who breaks it”
The first line describing Lang Leav’s Sad Girls! Grabs me by the throat. My truth. Yours too?
I want to get lost in here and now. Here, I’m attempting a better understanding of metaphysics. Now is the time to do some push-ups.
Theories of science explained through fiction. That’s what I’m looking for.
You can’t hear and I can’t separate my music from my work. And there’s no recording without separation.
The length of the seconds and minutes by the watch felt restrictive at one point. Now they feel so long.
Before preparation for performance comes preparation for preparation.
Memory requires piling up, or you start sinking.
Social Media can’t offer that piling up.
Goals and management models and plans are rather poor ways of initiating one into ‘the art of looking forward’.
Never knew so many times, so many grapes turn out to be sour. Huff puff! No matter. All sour grapes shall be recorded here. History of sour grapes is also a terrific history.

Remember to use this in conjunction with Henri Petroski’s “Form follows failure.”
Muscles ache to stop. Muscles ache to move.
“Pamphleteer is a historical term for someone who creates or distributes pamphlets, unbound booklets intended for wide circulation.”
A much better sounding expression than ‘blogger’.
Sitting at my desk, facing a wall, doesn’t facilitate day-dreaming. Makes lock down all the more terrible.
My record at convincing folks I’ve met is quite terrible. Business or no business.
The satisfaction from acceptance of incomplete depends on what all has gone into incompletion.
‘Incomplete’ is a far more powerful expression for me to hide under than ‘imperfect’.
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