Well, this side of my existence is a part of me; I express myself best in this medium and with people in this fashion; it doesn’t take away from my non-online things but engaging people’s imaginations including my own is something that is near and dear to me.
The universe is amazing and our imaginations are a way we can travel and take others with us, and they can take us with them. Sometimes this is for bad, such as conspiracy theories and sometimes it’s is for good, such as exploring the very tiny and the very large, the very near and very far.
Writing is my medium; had there been no internet, I’d likely be writing postcards to people near and far, if not that, scratching notches in rocks through the woods to gives clues for future travelers to be curious about
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every engagement is transient; I’ve had hundreds of thousands of little interactions with people through the decades; it’s the people that matter. I sometimes know little to nothing about them outside of brief engagements; yet they leave their marks with me, sometimes I leave a mark with them; they don’t need to blossom into any grand world effects; just part of the music of communication, of life engaging with itself
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