Since writing has become the majority and priority of my daily life in terms of "a job", my interest of writing something belongs to me is receding everyday.
It's bad. Also good.
I bought a recorder, a years-awaited desire, before the inclusive interview yesterday. It's actually a birthday present from someone close to me, though the process of getting it is in no way romantic. But like you said, let's just be practical for now.
I was expecting the recorder can to some extent fix the blank of the forgone writing, though I know it won't. I got no idea what I will talk about if I was talking to no one, not even myself, but a digital device. And as my concerns kept emerging, I realized something funny.
Maybe, I say maybe -- Whilst I'm bothering with all these different manners to record what seems matter, I am just trying to numb myself and bury a fact, that nothing matters enough to be recorded.
But even to me it sounds too relentless. So screw it.
We're all trivial living creatures and we've been happy with that for ages.
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