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Hypnotic, soothing, and troubling. Forgetfulness of my own. And my mind kept being drawn to my four young-adult sons

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Four! My goodness. Thank you, Kenneth.

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I keep thinking about the "fuel of self-portraiture". A wonderful turn of phrase. Like the opiate of a lost generation.

It was via Adam Curtis I came across the idea that the legacy of 20th century psychology is that self is just a story we tell ourselves. presumably born in Nietzsche's ideas about the will?

Is this why youth seeks a canvas for survival of the self? Hello Facestackagram.

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Thank you! Yes, I see what you mean, I wasn't thinking that precisely or eruditely with the "fuel of self-portraiture" phrase, but it fits with the idea of children being reflections of one's self and somehow soothing to one's self-image...for better or worse. There's some connection between selfies and taking pictures of your kids for the gram, etc. etc.

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I'm really enjoying this one (literally; I'm playing it as I type, while work is a dumpster fire).

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Thanks man! Good luck with the dumpster fire, hope you emerge unscathed.

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Thanks! It worked out in the end. I guess that's one upside to having things go sideways first thing in the morning.

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Your lyrics are gorgeous!! 🙌

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Thanks so much, Chloe, that means a lot! ♥️♥️♥️

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This song filed me with an exuberance I forgot I could feel!

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This comment filled me with exuberance! Cheers.

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