I Still Feel Like This

More things that I wrote a year ago.
Sorry about this.

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I wish I could get into somebody else's head. I wonder if everyone wonders what other people wonder about. It's probably a natural thought process. Exploring the unknown, right? That's what it's all about in the first place. I want to keep a journal of other peoples' thoughts. I want to piece together everyone else's lives. I want stories and thoughts and sights and sounds and feelings and smells.

I live vicariously through other people. I want my own experiences.

The lives of humans are intensely fascinating, whether they be terrible or Kodak's perfect family snapshot. I love stories. I love to read everything that everybody writes, from a full-page confessional to art history notes. I love conversations where people let me subtly interrogate. Somebody said coffee in conjunction with three am and conversation, which just so happens to be my favourite combination of both words AND pastimes.
I love handwriting.

I just want to collect the world in a jar and keep thoughts written down in the big book of world thoughts.

I want to associate words with and between every person I meet.