If there is one thing I have done on the internet in all these years it is to create and abandon blogs all over the fucking place. Any blogging site that comes up off the ether and disappears, I've tried that. Even though i have no love for wordpress, I've created and maintained blogs there too. Tumblr is another good place where I have multiple blogs covering various interests.
Why do I do this?
Maybe I have too much time. Maybe I am too much of a stickler. Maybe I want to confuse any future historians who might want to know more about me by reading everything I wrote on the internet in all these years. They'll be in for a painful job, that's for sure.
You can't really piece it all together, because this is some of the writing with my name or a handle associated with it, but there is so much more that I have written that it boggles my mind too and it's all out there, perhaps in some lost corner of the internet, just lying there, waiting while bots read it and discard it for the fluff that it is.
This last sentence was terrible. Don't do that, kids.
I took a break for some time. Had dinner and now I am back to writing this.
I really want to write long pieces that explore difficult topics and make people think, but for that I need to think a lot and thinking a lot is something that I avoid at all costs. There is nothing but pain that way when you start to get into the spiral of thoughts. There is no end to it, there is nowhere that you draw the line.
And that's how it goes.
I am going to write here more often because I think no one is reading it. And even if anyone is reading, why should I care.
Right?
Why do I do this?
Maybe I have too much time. Maybe I am too much of a stickler. Maybe I want to confuse any future historians who might want to know more about me by reading everything I wrote on the internet in all these years. They'll be in for a painful job, that's for sure.
You can't really piece it all together, because this is some of the writing with my name or a handle associated with it, but there is so much more that I have written that it boggles my mind too and it's all out there, perhaps in some lost corner of the internet, just lying there, waiting while bots read it and discard it for the fluff that it is.
This last sentence was terrible. Don't do that, kids.
I took a break for some time. Had dinner and now I am back to writing this.
I really want to write long pieces that explore difficult topics and make people think, but for that I need to think a lot and thinking a lot is something that I avoid at all costs. There is nothing but pain that way when you start to get into the spiral of thoughts. There is no end to it, there is nowhere that you draw the line.
And that's how it goes.
I am going to write here more often because I think no one is reading it. And even if anyone is reading, why should I care.
Right?