It’s happening, slowly but surely. My brain is catching up with my body. Assuming my brain is synecdochically standing for my general consciousness instead of some otherized Cartesian homunculus, for anyone who cares (here’s looking at you, Daniel).
There’s been a lot to do this past year, and I’ve mostly been doing instead of thinking about. My familiar meta-level mental running commentary dropped off somewhere, and that urge to self-reflectively categorize my thoughts in my self-satisfied corner of the interwebs in a tentative attempt to be understood dissolved into actual, real-life being understood (here’s looking at you, Daniel).
But the engagement-senior year-graduation-wedding-European backpacking honeymoon hyperlife we managed to pack into October to July is turning into move to Michigan and pretend to find a real job, a place and a life in which my brain and my body are falling into their familiar meta-meta-meta working relationship.
And there’s something about writing and revising text for other people all day that makes you want to write and revise a little text for yourself. And there’s something about pressing a button called “Publish.”
