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.