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Why is it so compelling to just ignore tasks I know I have to do - to let things pile up and ruin my life over and over? Why do I ignore that stack of messages deity, that pile of bills and notices and new ID cards and offers and counter-offers and forms and warnings and increasingly desperate warnings and condemnations and damnations that issue forth from ... O god, the mail.
Original Hic Et Nunc token:
https://teia.art/objkt/562153
It's the lingering dread engine of any scatterbrained adult. A small pile that grows and gets pruned and always reminds you that there's probably something you forgot, or probably someone you owe money. I hate that thing but I have to respect it, to serve it, to let it rule my life in some ways. "O god, the mail." Textures and elements are a mix of found and created, blended with things from long ago and things from recent.
Originally a series on Known Origin and then Hic Et Nunc, now migrated to this manifold creator contract.
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Why is it so compelling to just ignore tasks I know I have to do - to let things pile up and ruin my life over and over? Why do I ignore that stack of messages deity, that pile of bills and notices and new ID cards and offers and counter-offers and forms and warnings and increasingly desperate warnings and condemnations and damnations that issue forth from ... O god, the mail.
Original Hic Et Nunc token:
https://teia.art/objkt/562153
It's the lingering dread engine of any scatterbrained adult. A small pile that grows and gets pruned and always reminds you that there's probably something you forgot, or probably someone you owe money. I hate that thing but I have to respect it, to serve it, to let it rule my life in some ways. "O god, the mail." Textures and elements are a mix of found and created, blended with things from long ago and things from recent.
Originally a series on Known Origin and then Hic Et Nunc, now migrated to this manifold creator contract.