It is so rare to see people read. And even rarer to see people write.
Who writes when they are bored? Who thinks on paper? Do people really find it a hassle to transcribe their musings? I need a bigger journal.
I think the only person I saw write when bored was… her. I forgot her name. I forgot your name, but I remember your face so strangely vividly.
Dates are important. They put things in context.
Philosophize is such a big word, no? Sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve labeling my heavy daydreaming as philosophizing. But I can’t help it because it captures the the spurred desire of arriving at conclusions and the actual action of making inferences.
Memory triggers are necessary tools for memory-gapped people like me. It’s too bad though if an experience you don’t want to forget ever is not concrete enough to have a memory trigger. (All this memory blah reminds me of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.)
…That’s why sometimes we must consciously create MTs.
A perfect example is a diary, or a small notebook always at an arm’s reach for the fleeting thoughts, like this. With timestamps of course.
And for a guaranteed daydream: do not focus.
The world stirs me.
And I stop at talking about it.
Revolutionary urges conclude as is.
Everything is on my shoulders, and
The thought of the burden makes me