
Converging to Divergence
RANT ALERT*** I wrote this high on weed. I don't smoke weed, I bought a cannabis soft drink thinking I'd feel relaxed but ended up pretty high and started writing (ranting) on a thought
Where the mind reaches after fast-paced thought.
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RANT ALERT*** I wrote this high on weed. I don't smoke weed, I bought a cannabis soft drink thinking I'd feel relaxed but ended up pretty high and started writing (ranting) on a thought

Reframing the noise to find what's worth thinking about

A small rant about an observation while staring at the corridor — which, in this case, is a phone. This post has nothing to do with phones or literal corridors.

When I’m consumed by my handheld-pocket-fitting-glowing device, all my brain can think about is if there is some dopamine waiting around the rounded corner of an attention-seeking app.

A room is a place closed off in time, or not. I have no idea. This is where the thoughts of the following trailblazing nonsense emerge from.

It be that time of the year that leaves appear and thoughts start arising in the mind.

Nice new, new, new, new project about something meaningful.

The ideas and journey towards the final design

Finding Direction Through the Spiral of Uncertainty

I read stuff, I think stuff, I believe stuff, I do stuff.