I think I'll come back and write here. It's nice; quiet. I was posting on Substack, but found myself drawn into the sucker's game of checking to see if I got any attention. Fuck that.
I can hardly bear social media. After the summer of 2024, and that thing that happened, most platforms, FB and Instagram in particular, make me nauseous. Why bother writing at all? Writing, for me, is transcendent. I can feel it now as I compose this, something intangible, like there's something that wants to come through.
So, that's it for now.
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