Classic dopamine economics

I keep forgetting to write a post. Instead what happens is I leave myself little bread-crumb trails of notes (“chitaru shiota exhibit; can’t relate”, “birdhouse craft”), like a woman fleeing a crime scene that she will later have to investigate. They just sit there. A little graveyard of intentions. This is the inconvenient curse of my flavour of ADHD: I cash in the entire dopamine hit on the idea…