I ask myself, why put this out there? I've always talked to myself. Why share now...what gives? Who cares?
I'm private by nature & nurture.
Growing up, I felt trapped. I fought back in little, silly ways to be free.
The funny thing is, once I gained agency, I found my own ways to trap myself -- the wrong boys, imagined expectations, work, and so on. Now, with these shared ramblings, I hope to be exposed, to unmoor more of myself, to not shrink back.
These words are just wanderers; may these words never find an anchor. They are just bits and bytes, a shout in the void! At the very least, I'm shouting and using my given lungs.
i must remember: you are a body. you are a mind.you are a voice!
Lately, I spend time in nature with other people. These wise souls point at life and say things like,
"These frogfruit are native to this area and provide great ground-cover." and "What services does this willow provide?"
My eyelids are barely starting to peel open. I blink in awe. I taste the air. I listen. I grasp at stems and leaves.
I should be babbling soon.
I plan to link out here to different projects related to nature in the coming weeks (2023-05-06).
More and more, I find myself using and abusing my trusty aluminum steed, a 2021 Priority Apollo, attentively tended to by the wonderful team at Eado Bike Co.
I am planning some trips and longer rides that I hope to share parts of here.
Summer of 2022: I grind into an impasse in my mind. I was burned out. I was depressed.
The Comfort Crisis and
Entangled Life shifted the blockage. Their words motivated me to reunite with my younger selves and passions.
Below, I'm playing around digitally to illustrate parts of the journey.
Lines generated from my bike routes using a fork of @tmcw/running-sf.
Colors, line dashing, positions, and sounds are randomized.
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Last updated 2023-08-26