I have been thinking thoughts. Which is dangerous. A lot of my thoughts being thunked happen at night, when I should be asleep. Instead they move around my brain in an unhelpful way for hours at a time.

With the bird site becoming increasingly not a place to be, the fediverse feeling still disjointed and quiet, other forms of social media requiring far too much in general to engage with, and being bad at talking with actual people, I’m trying to write more. Write more of my thoughts. When sober.

This was always intended as a place to offload the nonsense; to exit the swill from my brain. The name was explicitly chosen. A thing of great literature? No! Just a small way of recording the thoughts of another random person on the internet with some teeny tiny sense of accountability for myself. I can buy notebooks. I can buy pens. I can buy all kinds of lovely stationary. But I will put it down, either write one thing, once and then never look at it again, or just out and out, forget about it.

Which is exactly what I did with this blog for years. I forgot. As has everyone else. No, not this blog specifically, as no one knows it’s here. Blogging as a whole is a dead medium. It’s 3 minute videos or substacks or newsletters, which the latter certainly feels way more 19th century than anything else despite the current form being as technologically advanced as is possible.

So, I will write more. Write more often. Write more weird shit (likely). Write more self inflicted misery (very likely).

Just write!