It's like collecting stationery, but collecting /affects/. Look at this — I can use it to create stuff! Not always interesting stuff, though

Part of a book you've read cover-to-cover, but from a book you've read only a few pages of; an extrapolation you had and can't touch anymore

The idea of you will save your life too, but it will also kill you, because in order to become you, you need to stop being you

Do you ever get semantic satiation for your own name?

Playing the /part/ of someone who likes people instead of /actually/ liking people. Which wouldn't be a problem if I were any good at acting

How /do/ you deal with accidentally having read parts of a book in the wrong order? Like you have to hold yourself back from skipping /more/

I have what I call 'you-remind-me-of-an-old-friend syndrome'. I recognise too many faces, not, as usual, too few, and often entirely wrongly

I see an eccentric, enthusiastic sciencey person and think 'they're better at being me than I am.' I /don't think/ that's how identity works

Okay, so you bring hope. What about when you leave? Do you take the hope with you?

There's an article I'm reading that used shell expansion syntax to list the authors' emails. Amazing

It's interesting how your once worst nightmare can become just A Thing, given enough time and enough recontextualisation of what a person is

In love with the new-old web. It's full of People Making Stuff, for no reason but community and self-expression, which are brilliant reasons