I have a desire to be known. A drive. Not to be famous or recognized. The drive is primal. I don’t want to die and not have the thoughts in my head written down somewhere. I have lived so much in my own mind I feel like I was never really known. How I felt about people, places, things. That I had a deep inner life yet I barely communicated it.
Keeping this site public at least gives the opportunity to discover. I don’t feel comfortable marketing or screaming look at me. I will package these in some form of book. Not that anyone reads books.
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