Do you ever look back at something you made and think, Damn, what was I thinking? Or maybe it’s not What was I thinking? because that seems to connote a sense of jovial, retrospective jest: a wiser nod from the world of real-time, fondly remembering, Ha ha, I was so silly then.
But I’m talking about those deeply intimate and honest and earnest and vulner…
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