#retrospecting

By the time I was 15, I was a depressed, edgy teenager who spent a lot of time scribbling poetry in whatever my current notebook was. I considered myself to be an anarcho-primitivist. I left these comments on various blogs and the like that were just inscrutable, like I would have some point somewhere but would add so many weird qualifications and references that anyone reading would have just been like "What is he talking about?"

When I read writing from my middle school self, I want to punch him. When I read any of the writing that I still have today from my high school self, I just feel a sense of fondness. Who was this kid? Why did he say things like this? Well, he got where he was going eventually.

There is perhaps never enough of life to life. Even if we are given an infinite number of minutes to be, we would be thinking of a greater infinity, where we could do a little more, just a little. Well, some of us run all the time, like an invisible train is behind us and we are on the same track and even if we stop for a moment the train will hit us right then. There are some, as well, who like…