bring back Georgian-era sentence structure. fuck this single clause Hemingway bullshit; I want to string the reader along for pages, to link, however disparate, an endless array of actions using every form of punctuation I can imagine - even those I rarely use - and generally be as incoherent as possible (though it is to be said that this is for internet and casual use, and not for increasing the impenetrability of research papers, a far less noble goal than the one I proposed).
have you ever had one of those weird kinda moments where you’d just be driving by yourself or like even sitting outside in the rain and you feel like everything is right and you are happy and all you want to do is stay in that moment forever? but. then you have to continue with your day and kind of forget about how you felt. I wonder if those small moments are trying to tell us something. like what if it’s telling us there is something good coming. what if it’s trying to tell us our life’s purpose is felt through those small moments. and in order to find that purpose we have to find ourselves through more of those moments. what if those moments are created to help us understand who we really are in this lifetime. who we will become.
