when you’re that deep in a basket of eggs you cant get out without breaking a bunch
i was going to start this rant with ‘if you read this’ but i quickly realised the potential pseudo-oxymoronism and decided to comment on the
Introspection log.
reclamation
alright sick, it’s confirmed, i don’t know what i want and i think knowing is quite dangerous. upon obtaining what I perceived to be
intrigue of the unknown
work-fun balance is proving to be the most intriguing thing i’ve ever considered. Working means less fun but also more fun plus good feelings induced
when you’re that deep in one basket of eggs you cant see over the edge
I feel quite lost, generally. its not restlessness- perhaps i’m too quick to pigeonhole all wig into restlessness- perhaps its the 256mb that my 4yo
even I tl;dr this
this is an embrace of the obscure I’ve let this blog become too objective, too planned, too cared about and i find it now in
ends and beginnings
‘It’s with extensive deliberation that I must conclude my involvement in the DGM collective. I like DGM and the dudes and I know it will
in memory of the great Robert Burns….
i have a feeling my most productive state is right now… waiting in airports with a few beers and a bunch of caffeine, it’s also
burning in hell
its been exactly a month since i landed in this hell hole and i can tell you its been everything but hell. Since arriving
well well
depths. i know all about them. infact i’m sampling such serious descension right now that i feel that talking about it pointless… i find myself
past blasting
i found this in my drafts having written in whilst waiting to board my flight home to Brisbane from South Africa and i’ve found a