no interaction with others. iโm creating an endlessly populating vibe. itโs the karmic ideal: you get out exactly what you put into it.
it has record of my tastes from as early as 2010. i can pore over it like a map of my aesthetic pleasure, see trends change, watch nostalgic reiterations of the past get their second lap.
i can see where i was feeling hope, my gym phases and the instructional videos from when i had a stripper pole in my apartment, various manic episodes diving into an entirely new hobby (cooking, yoga, journaling, sewing, vibe curation for a novel, DND characters, witchcraft), the tattoos i thought were cool when i was sixteen, and ideas for painting coolers for frat boys in college.
