Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about compression – it seems everythign we think, every idea, every statement, is some sort of compression hueristic for explaining our list of life experienecs. Is that all there really is, then? Telling people what you’ve experienced, or some shortened version thereof? Who knows?
Life is full of some weird stuff sometimes. I dropped a class today; hopefully that’ll give me more time to relax and have fun and make more positive memories. You don’t fondly remember staying up till 2 doing homework.