Why and for whom do we preserve desirable snapshot, sought-after slices of life? Is it for the instant gratification in waking the desires of others? Is it to paint ourselves in a more desirable light? Perhaps that doesn’t really matter. Perhaps we could concern ourselves with what generates them, how to build a world and lead a life that will give us more of them? Perhaps that’s already what everyone’s doing.
I don’t know. All I know is that it’s liberating to ramble, to plod on without paying any particular attention to the structure and presentation of my words. I don’t know if it does anyone any good, but it’s a pastime as good as any.
And on that note I bid you good night.