I had a random epiphany today: **one way to become less attached to my own thoughts is to make them public.** I knew I was onto something as soon as I felt resistance within. So here we are, as a practice. As a kid I was often bored from my surroundings. Boredom is a powerful thing. Stretched in time, it allows you to develop a twisted relationship with almost anything, with its own way - beautiful, tragic, or both.. it’s usually both.. I’ve done so with time, the most twisted riddle and adventure ever. Perhaps an obsession. I first ever heard of Georgetown in the freshman year flat - a flatmate’s failed attempt to go to Georgetown university. Boop. A place never ever existed previously in my little universe, found itself a neuron to call home, hiding over the years, until then. Beyond the blurb of spelling as a whole impression. Georgetown now has me, a favourite bookstore, a reminded wish, countless giggles, and cosmic company. In between, there’s the you in now and past meet in the present, along with the future, lurking behind. It’s a beautiful sensation. The endlessness of it all. Moment by moment.
