Wygle Wide Web

A quiet field journal of digital archaeology. Reconstructing a life from 25+ years of digital traces, with occasional help from ChatGPT when things get weird or surprising.

every day we’re dying

i am leaving for the coast in a bit, about an hour or so (the only thing keeping me from leaving now is lack of clean clothes that are now drying). before i leave, i will answer some questions, or the one question that i have been asked about unfold inside me i wrote it christmas eve, and it is a fiction and nonfiction, which means it’s true and untrue, of course you know that because you went to school. some of it is from my past, the part about going on vactions and what-not with mom and sisters is something i used to do. the record shop part, just the searching, not with someone, is true today. some of it i hope will be true. so that’s where the nonfiction comes in. past, present, future.

adam.

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