In second Life, avatars have one super power that doesn’t exist in real life. The ability to allow people to see your thoughts in a unique textual way that breaks barriers.

In first life I write a blog after a date that I know she reads. It’s genius.

Or crazy. I need two opinions to make that choice. Orange Jeff and morning Jeff need to co-sign.

Memory clip. Big brother CBS. Co-sign was one Summers catch phrase.

It was fun for me to watch that show because people watching is a joy. Seeing smiles is a joy.

Seeing or creating my own stories is a joy.

Then I wake up and as far as my universe is concerned, it never happens.

I have a theory. My brain remembers the stories of my life, but not much of the life. Apparently it needs a few costs of memory retells to be an accessible memory.

I am teaching the power of stories.

Slowly. At glacial speed.

End of Wednesday.

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