I’m in my parents’ house, sorting through all my old junk to see if there’s anything worth keeping. It is extremely painful to read the garbage I wrote and kept.
After seven thirty-gallon trashbags, I’ve so far kept about twelve dollars in change. The rest is just awful, awful, horrible.
We fill in what we forget with optimism. Imagined memory will almost always be better than actual memory. Actual memory is a necessary evil for survival. The more of our past we forget, the better our lives become.
I started writing philosophy yesterday. I don’t want to major in it, but it’s so TEMPTING.
September 11, 2012
This is why I hate reading my old journals
September 11, 2012
Them kids on the facebook are really gonna learn this lesson the hard way.
September 11, 2012
Hang On.
Memories are not very flammable but they do give you something to ponder over in your dotage.
September 11, 2012
to paraphrase the old Zen Buddhist saying
“if you meet your old self on the road to enlightenment, kill him” (or her):
September 11, 2012
I agree with Like Fascism, but Kind; woe to the Tumblr generation!
September 11, 2012
This is my life right now, review all the volume I have accreted over a decade, get ride of most of it.
September 11, 2012
I’m in my parents’ house, sorting through all my old junk to see if there’s anything worth keeping. It is extremely painful to read the garbage I wrote and kept.
After seven thirty-gallon trashbags, I’ve so far kept about twelve dollars in change. The rest is just awful, awful, horrible.
September 11, 2012
We fill in what we forget with optimism. Imagined memory will almost always be better than actual memory. Actual memory is a necessary evil for survival. The more of our past we forget, the better our lives become.
I started writing philosophy yesterday. I don’t want to major in it, but it’s so TEMPTING.