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I have been thinking about presence. What does it mean to exist in a network — is the data the self, or merely a shadow of it? I read somewhere that the boundary between the wired and the real is thinner than we think.

Stayed up again until the static between thoughts became comfortable.

finally updated the layout. added some new badges in the sidebar. also been listening to bôa on repeat — something about the way the vocals layer feels like signal interference.

what persists after we stop logging in? the question isn't morbid — it's curious. a kind of archaeology of the self, preserved in plaintext.