Thoughts on what I’m reading and how it’s shaping my thinking.
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I was reading an essay out loud to myself and blew my own mind with how much I loved one of the pargraphs. This was a new feeling and one I’m trying to get better at noticing, so I went back a few days later and tried to analyze it, to understand why I liked it. Here’s that analysis: It feels less alive now, which makes me realize: I don’t really want to understand it. I want to just let it live, as it is. Trying to understand this stuff is like trying to understand how music works. Why does it work. I asked Lauren that once and never understood the answer, thank god. ...