Questions I thought about instead of writing my daily scratch (…though, admittedly, jogging the imagination machine is probably more productive than scrolling LinkedIn or threads, the stevia of social media, as stipulated below).
What if every night the internet turned off at 7:00 p.m. and we all broke bread, went for walks, and sat in parks with one another?
What if all my browser tabs closed at the end of the day so I didn’t have to carry the mental backpack of things I want to do/read but have not yet done so from day to day, week to week, and let’s be real, month to month?
What if the internet didn’t turn on in my house in the morning until I sat down and wrote this on this blank piece of paper?
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