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It feels like every app and their grandma is pushing some kind of personalized, year-end summary of all the content you’ve used their platform to gorge yourself on this time of year. The endless stream of AI-generated powerpoints showcasing your favorite Spotify artists/most improved Google Docs/most CashApped crack dealer popping up when you’re just trying to use your distraction app of choice for the minute and a half it’ll take to microwave a hot pocket really makes you yearn for the simpler times of the Top Ten list, doesn’t it? The simpler times, being of course the other eleven months of the year when people stop paying attention to AIs that can tell you what awful death metal genre you like the most and it stops being socially acceptable to flood all your social media accounts with screenshots of your Spotify wrapped. (Porta-Potty clowncore, anyone?)
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We got out of the car under a highway. My dad wanted to show me a path along the river across from the parking lot. It was a cold, gray day, and felt more like January than late March. The torn up concrete expanse separating us and the river used to be a brick factory, Dad said. A dense, swampy looking forest wound around the perimeter and looked like it had bled onto the cement in the years the area had been left more or less unattended. By the time we reached the trailhead, the weather had soured and we both agreed that it was too cold and too gray of a day for exploring. Probably best to cut our losses and head back to the car. The sky was pregnant with rain and the air was heavy.
I dropped my glasses into some gravel at an unknown date last spring. They were mildly scratched. I know because two and a half pages in the journal I was using at the time to jot down notes and sketches and whatnot for my game have been repurposed to describe the process in exhausting detail. Minus the date, which is strange. Typically, I am very organized in labelling my note-taking, but it’s possible that being concerned with what day it was felt trivial or even inappropriate given the severity of the issue at hand.
It's August 30th and we all* know what that means! It's Moonrabbit Day 2021! Let the festivities begin!
*me and my dad |