instead of sleeping, i've gone and drafted blog posts on vulnerability, death, divinity, work, relationships, my mother, ai, and expedition 33. it is incredibly discomfiting, but also deeply satisfying, enlightening, and perhaps therapeutic.
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it was an attempt at the "write drunk, edit sober" method and the "write drunk" part went well. the whisky was delicious, perhaps too much so, and i over-indulged. alas, it is now morning and I must take the consequences of my decision out into the world of overwhelming light and noise.