Jules I think we both know I am going to invoice you the standard price of .5oz of your soul which I will keep in the garage in an old glass jar that used to hold mushy peas baby food. I washed the jar, but I didn’t remove the label… there are limits!

Even if you delete the thing (please don’t) it will live forever, woven into the tapestry of us. We have wiggled in each other’s words. These are the rules.

I used to do a lot of public speaking, even to school children as part of my job on the education beat when I was writing for a newspaper. Don’t worry, I was properly supervised by the local sheriff… well, mostly I did career day speaking to school children on why they should stay in school because if they didn’t, they would have to get jobs at a newspaper… but there were always lots of cops and firefighters at those things… so, by proxy, I was supervised…

I once got away with speaking at SXSW though I’m sure that was a mistake they quickly realized halfway through my set… I mean speech …about some topic of … oh, yessss, I remember now.. about authenticity on the internet. I totally faked my way through that whole shtick. I’m waiting for the TED Talks people to call me.. once you grift big, you just gotta keep upping the ante to get the same high.

I know of only three words that precisly match thoughts, four if you count chocolate but that’s probably a lot more therapy than I can afford.

The Swedish lagom, the German gemütlich, and the Danish hygge. Every other word requires more words to explain that the words quickly get out of control, like the gemino curse in Harry Po….

I am a bit sad that you didn’t read the Harry Potter books or watch the movies. There is so much there we can dip into to transcend language and get right to meaning, like dipping into a pensieve w… ugh…

This is a short clip of the gemino curse. Can we call it a metaphor? Analogue?

I’m still thinking on the language thing because I’m pretty sure I didn’t even begin to explain anything and just succeeded in dumping out a whole bunch of words that somebody will now have to clean up. Digital litter.

I’ll probably live in my head for a while noddling this through. I’ve been doing it for decades already and I don’t think a few more will hurt anyone. Probably safer that way anyway.