Watching my towns firework display while Minecraft Volume Alpha plays on, biking to Bob Evans Breakfast at 7am, Listening to Confield the summer I only listened to CDs in the car, melancholic biking to subdivisons in my hometown to Sour, Reading The Fault in Our Stars in my guest bedroom, Driving down country roads listening to Starless, Running as fast as I can down the street while Your Clothes plays on. For me, summer has always been about consumption. I track my life through the media I consume and the eras that I consume them. I have a memory quirk, I do not know what it is called, but I have an ability to recall dates and events associated with great ease. I can tell you the month, the week, and sometimes the day that the following anecdotes played out, what I was doing, and how I felt. As a result, all of these items are neatly pressed into my memory. Every summer has a feeling, almost a color, but more an intangible feeling I get when I recall the specific phrase. “summer 2020” feel starkly different than “summer 2022”. I wonder if I could explain the differences or if it is entirely ethereal.
On this page, I want to document the things I engage(d) with, the feeling(s) I had, and the various goals I want to follow as the summer proceeds forth. College is over, the % of summer is no longer relevant (it would have been about 40% of summer today, if I was still in college though) because it is every day for the rest of my life. The social internet is giving me a headache, I need to spend more time outside, and more time away from my iPhone.
