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before, it was like all those things were just a bit abstract to me https://t.co/kx2siYV2eW

i wasn’t the “people” doing things. i didn’t totally know who was there was an “other” kind of person who did those things. somehow it felt like all i did was tinged with personal self-survival. accumulate money, friendships, etc. i couldn’t even properly care about people https://t.co/pFzTdg3fIo

i’m intimately, regularly aware how my life has “enough” in some ways (materially) (and in some ways i don’t— a lack of community and holding still keeps me back, the same way a 9–5 keeps people back for years, sometimes their whole life, staying in place)

i feel more grounded in what “survival” means, and my yes, and what options my reality concretely affords me https://t.co/uCEW3Mv0N5

the same something feels like being a fox, wryly and even-footedly making note of the territory https://t.co/RBe7zCA7nD


i feel more sure of the ground beneath my feet more aware, for the first time. of the bone woman https://t.co/cdtaPqCcKw

i identify more with the earth. and people around me. and trees. it wasn't a conscious decision. it just happened. the sea around me just feels like "mine". not me, just mine https://t.co/CrWSkywVMT

before, they all felt like "not my problem"? it's funny. i didn't have a strong dividing line of "me", and i also didn't feel any sort of identification with anything or comfort existing anywhere like i was trying my hardest to simply not exist where i was, all the time

ananta made a tweet two days ago that feels strangely consonant https://t.co/hLIXu2kCMC