encapsulate this space with this, something written down. straight from my inner monologue, spaced out at the tempo that my hands can move across this keyboard. it gives a weird staccato to a dialogue that normally moves along at a conversational pace. so i type like this, trying to keep up with that inner voice, having a conversation with myself.

so then, what would you like to talk about?

hmmm, good question, my brain feels a bit on the ridiculous side. but that normally happens after long weekends that tend to short things out, until they have a little downtime to recover. but it was a good weekend. didn’t get to meet with dave, but it should happen soon, so there’s no worries there. saturday night made me remember how awesome it is to dance, especially to drum and bass. and i got sick so got in plenty of vid time. i was gonna play loads of persona 4 anyways, i just had to use many more blankets to keep myself comfortable. now it’s back to work, and everything is fine.

everything is fine, what else really is there to say? i plan and plan to keep myself out of uncomfortable situations, so now i reap the rewards. and it makes me happy. so much to be thankful for, but no way to express it without doing it in a way that would sound disingenuous. that’s how it would sounds to me anyways. all i really feel comfortable with is focusing on how i feel at this exact moment, knowing that this can’t last forever. not in the sense that it will change for better or for worse, but that there is impermanence in all of this, and i feel comfort in that.

this is my life, the choice i decided to make.