I just wrote this beautiful bit on absurdism and a friend of mine, but I deleted it. Technological fuckery.
I don’t have much more to say, because I deleted it.
What if we could delete conversations and memories and thoughts oh wait this is Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. my bad.
My bottom line from my missing blog?
Real choices are tough, and the easy way out is bullshit.
But I am not perfect.
And I occasionally dabble in bullshit.
I went to a library convention and got dozens of free books. It was magic.