- Everything ends.
- I used to be on Livejournal, have actually partied with Brad due to a random set of coincidences a very long time ago, and I remember when they offered permanent paid accounts thinking “why would I be writing online forever? Who does that after 30?” Lol. Lmao.
- Death is nothing but change.
- When I was very small I used to staple sheets of paper together and cut them into a shape—a square, a heart, a star. And I would fill the pages with long wobbly lines in rows. “Writing.” So the earliest career I ever gave myself was book design. But I have writing before I knew how to write, and I will be doing that in whatever communities and spaces feel comfortable for as long as I’m sufficiently alive.
- What is remembered never dies.