Is this any good

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i just watched a video about the deep ocean
crazy creatures way down there
it's such a freaky and frightening place
stranger than anything you could make up

so, about this blog… to be honest, i’m getting pretty tired of it. i think i need to try something new.
what would i write if i abandoned all preconceptions about what writing is?
how would that even work? my brain needs to have a why. if i wrote with no purpose or meaning or reason… what would that even look like?

i don’t know if it’s possible to detach completely from everything you’ve learned your entire life about what writing is. it’s communication, or expression, or recording of information.
could it actually be something other than that?
it could be purely aesthetic - making patterns of the letters on a page. but even more abstract - like atonal music. free jazz. melody, harmony, structure all thrown out the window.
it’s not something that i would know how to approach. i would be thinking “is this any good”, and i would have no criteria to answer that. when i hear free jazz i don’t have a way of receiving it.
what would ‘free’ writing even be? would there be recognizable words?
i don’t think so.
let’s try it.

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i just hit some key that opened a page of computer code:

<!DOCTYPE html>
<html class="squarespace-damask" lang="en">
<meta http-equiv="X-UA-Compatible" content="chrome=1">

that looks kind of cool, actually. i wonder if people who write code think it’s beautiful.

ok. whatever. good night.
see you tomorrow.

Goes without saying

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"What makes life worth living? No child asks that question. To children life is self-evident. Life goes without saying: whether it is good or bad makes no difference. This is because children don’t see the world, don’t observe the world, don’t contemplate the world, but are so deeply immersed in the world that they don’t distinguish between it and their own selves."
– Karl Ove Knausgaard