I scrolled through my NotesApp the other day. I’m not sure why, sometimes I like looking back at what I wrote at a certain point in time.
It is like my past three years are timestamped in notes.
I found notes with ‘I love you.’
I found notes with ‘It hurts.”
I found this coordinate 55°40’35.2”N 12°34’05.5”E.
An 8pm booking reminder at Savoy.
What made me happy on the 14th of November 2023.
A difficult message written to a friend.
A list of cookie flavours, for yet another hyper-fixation project of starting a cookie business.
Cookie flavours
Sourdough, golden syrup, cinnamon
One unknown phone number.
Two Berlin club recommendations from a stranger.
The words:
“I spoke to a Portuguese guy with garlic breath.”
“Most of the time you’re swallowed.”
“It’s in my jewellery box.”
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The name Tatjana
Ethical issue of banks:
Entology
The gaso
Moyston
Roll’d Camberwell
What is home to you?
Are we all just addicted to dopamine
Smile you’re on camera
It got me thinking, my NotesApp is not a reflection of me, it is me.
Chaotic.
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