Memory is a record.
People only have substance within the memories of other people. And that’s why there were all kinds of myself. There weren’t a lot of myself per se, I was just inside all sorts of people, that’s all.
There is something ridiculously satisfying about seeing a macro you made a million years ago pop up in a Google Image Search. Feels good, man. Feels good.
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    I feel like Tony Montana in Scarface. FLY, LITTLE PELICAN, FLY.
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