Fix Ghost permalinks

src/_data/notes.json

@@ -7,6 +7,11 @@
   {
     "date": "2025-05-22T02:30:05.00-05:00",
     "slug": "a",
-    "content": "These notes now have permalinks"
+    "content": "These notes now have permalinks. :)"
+  },
+  {
+    "date": "2025-05-25T19:11:41.00-05:00",
+    "slug": "a",
+    "content": "I'm on a webring now - check out Spellcircle."
   }
 ]

src/journal/2025/freeflow-1.md

@@ -7,7 +7,7 @@ categories:
 tags:
   - post
 elsewhere:
-  ghost: https://ghost.gil.ink/freeflow-5/
+  ghost: https://ghost.gil.ink/freeflow-1/
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 This is my first public attempt at stream of consciousness. Now I don’t _feel_ as creative of a mind as I might’ve been as a kid. Somewhere between now and adolescence I suppose I’ve become caught up in life and the world. Perhaps I still have a creative spirit, but I’ve been experiencing so much blockage with the creative process lately that I feel completely disconnected from it. It’s like when you look at an empty canvas or a blank page, and your mind goes just as blank. I get a bit paralyzed at the thought of actually creating something, unless I come prepared with an already well-formed idea. It could be just that my inner critic is taking over before I even begin.

src/journal/2025/freeflow-2.md

@@ -7,7 +7,7 @@ categories:
 tags:
   - post
 elsewhere:
-  ghost: https://ghost.gil.ink/freeflow-5/
+  ghost: https://ghost.gil.ink/freeflow-2/
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 As the wheel of american politics turns, the more inclined I am to view the u.s. as a plastic country, a plastic culture, one that has been hollowed out. Along with our identities and our abilities to create meaning from our experiences, they've been metabolized into social control, to feed systems that funnel wealth and power back to the already wealthy and powerful. Everything we have has been becoming more and more empty, more removed from substance and truth, concealing our society's most pain-inducing contradictions. As I listen to Justin Scott (@cypher.j on TikTok) discussing the kind of moment we're living in, I feel the current state of the world highlights important conflicts in the human condition that we've been grappling with for ages, especially how we survive as humans, whose survival do we strive for, and who gets to decide.

src/journal/2025/freeflow-3.md

@@ -7,7 +7,7 @@ categories:
 tags:
   - post
 elsewhere:
-  ghost: https://ghost.gil.ink/freeflow-5/
+  ghost: https://ghost.gil.ink/freeflow-3/
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 Life sometimes feels like it’s simply tugging me along, towards some unknown and incomprehensible destiny. I get the sense that I’m just along for the ride. It’s bound to get wilder and rougher, harder to recognize for what it was. So many surprises, things I couldn’t predict. Anxiety that comes with that, but so does beauty — little things to appreciate along the way, like looking out the window on a road trip or stopping on a hike to gaze at the sky or admire plants and rocks and animals. You get small, private joys that you don’t have to share with anyone else but yourself. Secret euphoria. As crazy as life is at times, I wouldn’t trade mine for any other; I will never get to be anyone but myself, and that’s the best part. It doesn’t always make sense, and it doesn’t have to. I really felt this strongly when I was sitting in the parking lot outside my dad’s appointment with the doctor, a mundane event that feels heavy not just in light of what’s happening in the world, but also because when you’re young you don’t always picture yourself doing these things.