While editing a caption for a video hosted on Instagram I copied the revisions:
Long Update, condensed: I will share more about my fiction project soon. My relationship with social media has finally metamorphosed into
Long Update, condensed: I will share more about my fiction project soon. I am transgressing a taboo
#100DaysToOffload a tag created to encourage bloggers to post 100 days in a year. #1000TabsToOffload is a tag I came up with to describe my contribution to the 100 Days, literally just a list of tabs I was keeping open until now:
https://www.berkeleyside.org/2024/02/16/court-ruling-1900-fourth-street
00:07 Just woke up 😕 after less than 4 hours of sleep. that's my typical amount when in severe pain.
00:11 Rate pain 2
At this time I was planning to make this post the second in a series titled Rate Your Pain 2 or something based on this toot:
02:18 Argh ok so this is weird but I like to post publicly and hope no one sees it?
When I'm feeling bad these posts are the easiest for me to do. Closing tabs by turning them into links listed here somehow feels productive. I mean, I must've kept them open for some reason, right?
A story of three worlds, Planets A, B, and C. All containing intelligent life. At different time periods all resembling our current Earth.
A is a planet that continued on our current path. Conditions on A worsened to the point of becoming uninhabitable.
Makes sense since I make art like this right?!
If you know me you know I can very verbal. Verbose even. Why do I now say I'm nearly nonverbal?
Combination of factors: I talk to few & see fewer. Plus the pain. At an appointment today I was asked what the pain prevents me from doing. And... eventually... I said... thinking.
I stopped driving a few years ago. I walk everywhere at a slow pace and notice more than ever. My encounters with my fellow humans, both friends and strangers, have changed dramatically. Sometimes people yell at me from passing cars. I rarely make out what they've said or if I know the person. Sometimes friends see me and pull alongside to talk, loudly at me, with their engines rumbling. Some friends will park their cars and join me at my own pace for a bit but they're twitchy. They can't wait to get back into their vehicles to get somewhere fast.
Everything that I just said is not about cars at all.
