I attempted to become a Journaling Person™ and instead accidentally built an essay website.
We all accumulate unfinished thoughts.
Fragments. Half-formed theories. Observations insufficiently resolved to become conclusions, but persistent enough to survive longer than ordinary mental clutter.
Most remain private.
A screenshot. A phrase briefly noted in a phone. A sentence remembered for unclear reasons. An irritation with some process or other.
Occasionally these fragments accumulate enough mana to make it from our heads into the outside world.
More often they remain suspended somewhere between instinct and articulation.
After spending an unnecessary amount of money at various stationery shops in Melbourne last Christmas in preparation for my new journaling hobby, this site has risen from those expensive ashes to give voice to some of my more finished thoughts.
The current sediment includes:
- Reality Refuses Taxonomy
- Systems Developing Immune Responses
- The Folder Marked Long Ago Is Patient
- Nothing Left To Load
- Reflections Treated With Disproportionate Seriousness
- Public School Words / Comprehensive Accessibility / Insouciance
- Recursive Warning Labels
- Everyone’s Doing Their Best
Some of these will eventually become posts.
Some will collapse under closer inspection.
Both outcomes are fine.
Anyway.
Keep thinking.