02 Purpose

This is not a journal. I keep a real journal in my bedside drawer to detail and remember the events of each day. I do not need another. After a few days of observing the use and intent of this space, I have come to a conclusion:

This online record is a blank wall. A blank wall in no special place within a city that stretches beyond what can be perceived. Whether or not someone looks, reads, or thinks about a wall is pure chance. People do not typically stop for walls, but i choose to blemish this one all the same: Not every Icarus has the opportunity or humility to reflect on their fall from the sun.

I suppose I am to make friends with like-minded walls.