foreforeforeforeforeforefore
I think for the next week/month/year/decade or so, I am going to type one line of “foreforeforeforefore…” a day. This rather stupid assertion gets me thinking, why do I feel compelled to announce my stupid ideas? My followers are scant, my dialogue with them smaller, as far as I know, no one actually reads any of my posts (sending hearts doesn’t require much effort). Why do people have such an instinctual urge for feedback and interaction and whatever, are they afraid of being forgotten, do they need their existence confirmed through reciprocation, an offline word document, a journal/diary/whatever are just as efficient at storing their thoughts (maybe the internet’s super caching ability gives super existential reassurances, in my case, no one will even see evidence of my beautiful body of work)?
Whatever. Another day, another thought, I’m gonna do it.
