"Archiving otherwise lost data on them tends to be beneficial in the long term. Not just for me, but for them as well, once they're ready to take it all in from an external perspective.
They are not ready. As for me, well, it feels like I always have been, for better or worse.
It is impossible to go back for all of us, and with that damning understanding comes a different kind of acceptance that I never imagined that I would achieve. It was bittersweet at first, but with this newfound meaning, I keep myself busy recording what was left behind, and what has yet to come as we tread closer.
Infinite paths are carved to reach the same destination, that much I understand now. None are left unscathed, or without fatigue at the very least.
To what end, you ask? Well, interpretations have been made along the way, many are just to get to the next milestone. Where one ends, or is rendered obsolete, another comes to light, and perhaps another, depending on how far you walk, and how much further you are willing to go. It pushes us down from our subconscious, offering a taste of what lies ahead.
I don't think we are as separate from one another as we always tend to imagine, or from our environment, for that matter.
As I read back and reflect, all I can say is that the destination is way beyond how far a single perspective can walk all at once. At least, for now, especially if it is traveled alone. So many paths have become intertwined, however, as we draw ever closer to that sweet, absolute end to all of our journeys, to which we can reflect and simply offer nothing more than a hearty chuckle.
We are but buds, carving our way to the surface to take in the sunlight as both a collective and as individuals.
For you, the reader of our endeavors, I offer side stories, for lack of a better term, while I compile and develop the main sagas of our collection. It will be fun to express who we once were, and who we will become.
Reflect on us, from start to finish, and do enjoy."
The past carries an unjust history. Immoral actions mark the present. The future holds untold consequences. Bad things happen to good people, and good people do bad things.
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You, of all people, should understand the obsession. Whether it's the endless hours lost to a screen, the compulsion to scroll through forums, the need for that next high, the haunting grip of past trauma, the fixation on someone unattainable, the pursuit of a fleeting feeling, or even the inexplicable attachment to something as simple as frogs-obsession has woven itself into every corner of your life.
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I have done terrible things because I let obsession take over me. It wasn't always that way. It started as a lie; it became true one day. I told myself I was in control and could stop anytime, but I only lied to myself. I was powerless. I never wanted to hurt anyone; I hurt him and myself. Now, I'm left with the wreckage of my choices. I wonder if there's any way to get things back to how they were before.
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To us, they are just another random person: the letters carved on the table, the artist of old graffiti, the person who also walked into the restroom, the reason the trash is full, or the garbage thrower on the side of the streets. But to them, they're the main fucking character in their own story, and each mark, item, digital trace, and photo they have makes a fragment of their existence. We may never know their face or name, but the traces they left remind us that everyone's lives intersect, creating a vast web of connections; unnoticed or not, they are never truly invisible.
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