every diary I start becomes a work journal

in burn out for so long that i forgot how to do what i want

walking through the fog, walking through the fog

looking out for you and looking for you out there

back online, with a purpose

guys I just went on Instagram and I got scared

I don’t need a mouse I need to tear up digital pages like paper

I love my physical journal… but river

making a website, the two words I currently have on the page are at war (3 years ago I was told that a simple thing is the most difficult to make; I spent the following 6 months aligning two grey lines on a spread)

finished my BA, 2/3 back online, I’m seeing some really good things but it’s exhausting

like a layer hoping to be named

I’m packing… is digital space lighter?

tmi but: I forgot how to live life because I’ve been online for 14 years and have found all of my interests through social media.

there are things I find on the www that I have nowhere to put on the internet

AI demands a new metacognitive capacity: reflective discernment. We’ll need to be able to clearly differentiate our own reasoned judgments from the pull of algorithmic suggestion.

microdosing inconvenience by opting for uncomfortable honesty and longer routes, I’ve been telling people how I really feel

cant force it but also got to force it

are.na for what I find online, river for what I find in real life