Notational

Tumblr, on the other hand, is not a place for my thoughts and feelings. Tumblr is about my feelings, making them trite and contagious. There is a beauty in the way that I suddenly feel like a small point in a mass of humanity, the kind of thing you feel when you live in a city like New York. But, the things that I would like to lay claim to as being original and my own are things I’d rather keep to myself, for fear of being misappropriated: taken through the odd contraptions that make up other peoples’ brains, the gaps in what I meant and what I can say filled with whatever they’d like to think. Sometimes it feels as if the reblog button is a building machine that strips something of its’ meaning with each iteration.