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40 sats \ 2 replies \ @billytheked 2h \ on: I buried this poem in a zine a few months ago art
the surprise of something delightful that I had totally forgotten.
It is a rare joy to be able to go over a body of work you recently accomplished and re-discover, delight in elements such as these. To me it feels a little like flipping through old photo albums (also a rare joy, these days) and realizing how selective our perception and memories can sometimes be.
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111 sats \ 1 reply \ @plebpoet OP 2h
It's the most satisfying thing to me. I think I almost, accidentally, live for nostalgia. It's why I keep a journal, for the moments I go back to read it, years later, and find out that I was clever, or happy, or devastated, and I left a record of it.
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0 sats \ 0 replies \ @billytheked 2h
I can relate. But I think my journal has been missing me.
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