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8 PM
Decades of the past decorate our lives. How might those of the future look? What wonders or horrors might be in store?
I care not to speculate on such matters, which are like trying to predict what a graph might look like. Instead, I focus on the emerging trends and the direction I see the world taking, particularly when it comes to the improvement of our own species.
That will likely be the up-and-coming thing for the next decade. And this decade—how might we look back on where all of this fits into the bigger picture?
Although decades are a painfully small slice to observe trends, we haven’t been around long enough to truly understand any significant patterns. Thus, we keep cutting everything up into smaller pieces.
Well, all of this—for what? Who knows. I need to breathe, focus on my handwriting, and find that groove. Sure, there’s stuff going on in my mind, but we have to start somewhere. And remember: shitty first drafts and freewriting with no bounds. With practice, I’ve come to enjoy the expression of line upon the page and to see how my mind decides to write those words while I’m just trying to relax, breathe, keep up, and record.
Mining the subconscious. Following the path of ink to see where it leads—and perhaps it leads nowhere. That’s fine as well. If you fill notebooks with beautiful thoughts and legible scrawls, so be it.
Perhaps that’s a word I plan to strike from my use whenever possible. Or perhaps not.
This idea of science or engineering as a religion? There’s no need. It is governed by a set of rules.