Today I've been thinking about what "freedom" really means—seriously! Hear me out. And I was thinking about writing this in some notes or starting another Word .doc or something but then it'll just get lost in my stack of dead hard drives that I am accumulating at the rate of 1 for every 2 years I am alive. At this rate, and assuming files don't get any bigger (they will, think that in one of the first "cyber-punk" novels the protagonist is risking his life trying to find something to hide something that is like 26KB worth of material, I mean, you could probably etch that much info into the back of a credit card with a pocket knife if you wanted to) and assuming I live to an average age of death (I won't), and that the average age of death won't have changed (it will) then I will have amassed about 50TB of computer life of which some poor idiot intern or college student will have to sift through to find any of my "significant" writings. So, it's better that I just put it in here, that way 1) I Don't have to give it another title, 2) I don't relinquish it to the chyme of my computer bowels along with blurry naked pictures of my ex-girlfriends and my millions of gifs of black girls making "Uh-uh!" faces from various talk shows, and 3) I can espouse these things here where it might be read by like the three people who feel sorry for me and still read the things that I write just to make sure I'm not dead, and they might see it and go, "Oh good, Justin hasn't killed himself yet... and that one thing kinda makes sense... I'm gonna call and tell him I read it that way I won't have to actually read all of this."