maybe zoning into an hour long video on a worknight was a bad idea but i'm a closer at least so we're only approaching... 10 hours to my alarm, rather than 3.
when this house was less lonely, when i shared it with its previous owner, wayward was very much a, live life out loud sort. Posted even more than I do.
There was, at times, friction, where in living together I'd riff off somethiing or tell a joke or we'd have a silly interaction and they were like "i gotta tweet that." and I was like, "no? some things can be for us two, the cat, and these four walls."
unserious take on the video
Heizer's City is the dudes-rock impulse to make a big hole in the sand writ large
i have a complicated relationship with documentation, memory, and ephemera, given what a sieve my heads are
how much i forget. i take the pictures and save the logfiles and write the things down and collect pins and postcardss and other physical tokens as keys/card catalog cards to try and dig things back out of the slurry sloshing around up here and slowly evaporating, but then
maybe it's okay to forget some things, or let them be ephemeral sometimes
since leaving twitter, our journals have become extensive - because yeah, our long term memory is flawed to say the least
and yet, we still expect no one else to ever read them
i can tell you a rough approximation a friend's story about the time they played an MMO with a variety of TF potions, and fucked up, leaving themselves scrambling to earn enough coins to buy the antidote
but a lot of their exact words are gone
we curate the stories that might be helpful or interesting for future us.
in general, there is little record of our leg pain unless it's really bad
(usually from us fucking up the previous day)
that is something primarily for the experiencing self, not the remembering self