I think one of the reasons I love these sticky notes so much is that I love to write and type; I really do; and these feel so non-committal- I don't have to be preparing to write a DOCUMENT to type on one of these. I just want to have to scrawl a few thoughts, the meandering kind, and then I can go on with my business. There's no spellcheck. This thing doesn't care what sort of punctuation I choose. It's never going to pop up an annoying little tap that is "kindly" "suggesting" that I have, perhaps without even knowing it, committed the gravest of errors- the making of a sentence fragment. I don't even feel like I particularly need to save these. It's a fantastic sort of freedom. I think it's the kind of freedom we have all been looking for our entire lives. The freedom to just be and move on. The freedom to think without fear of consequences, without fear of a red squiggly line, or perhaps a green one. That alone makes these sticky notes a worthwhile venture. For any poetic mind that resents the square structures of prose being imposed upon it without its consent.
Thank you, sticky notes, thank you.
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