located in the north part of the soul, where the wind blows away dark thoughts, people sink their feet in the sand, eat lots of chocolate and nobody minds the rain.

i email myself constantly

the infinite possibilities each day holds should stagger the mind. the sheer number of experiences i could have is uncountable, breathtaking, and i’m sitting here refreshing my inbox. we live trapped in loops, reliving a few days over and over, and we envision only a handful of paths laid out ahead of us. we see the same things each day, we respond the same way, we think the same thoughts, each day a slight variation of the last, every moment smoothly following the gentle curves of societal norms. we act like if we just get through today, tomorrow our dreams will come back to us.

[slight variation of the source]