Ah, this is a fun way to tell my story: The notebooks
I was beginning to wonder if these artifacts had power in them still, and they do! I’m able to navigate the maze of my mind’s library, and find bubbles of time frozen on each page.
I’m destroying them.
One by one, I’m digitizing the information, converting it into signals so… I can continue to access them? Make sense of it?
I am anchored to a geography dictated by this box of notebooks. Once converted, I will be unachored. That is my goal.