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Okay maybe not all Logistical

Feeling overwhelmed with the passing of time. It's making me empathize with fictional wizards (the imaginary of power, as if pretending time was infinite would make me use it better)

I like zonelets blogs, working on a way to harness my impulses to write and record with as little friction as possible.

Continued fridge repair today, got an old tablet working, an old laptop working, foss drawing programs downloaded, and then my wrist felt pain almost immediately.

thinking about storytelling and privacy. I like to write about my life. But how much is too much? Saying my city? my region? The industry of my work? Naming people close to me by initials? The data builds up. This is hidden by virtue of obscurity but still public. I hate thinking about this honestly. The atmosphere of distrust. But it is what it is.

Maybe fictionalized. Somewhere else on this sight I have the bones of some interactive fiction (biographical) - at some point you can give every detail because the details can not possibly be connected to you. The emotional and personal ones. Here is how my grandma used her words and how we moved around our house. That stuff is still not mapped.

cancelling now so I can retain momentum on another project. More later.