> Ah yes. The swirling vortex of other people entering and
> leaving my life. Now I just don’t watch that much but
> their shadows touch the window and the sun lessens with
> their passing. I watch others in life. Happy either alone
> or with someone. I have only little to offer another. So
> little to hold up to see. So I don’t.
Mmmm. Beautiful.
> It’s better to not touch another in some wanton,
> vindictive or other way and expect something back. My L
> gives me with no expectations back and so I give to her. It
> makes a relationship simple and kind and she understands
> my needs to walk, vagabond, go. She also wants me back
> but no conditions apply.
What planet are we typing about, here, mate? :–)
> Replace subscription with advertising and data
> collection. You see that everything is the same about
> social media, modern new agencies and TV. So long ago
> but very little has changed. Switch off your phones,
> clear your heads, take a deep breath and think.
“turn off your mind, relax, and float downstream”
> I suppose it's easy to presume that blogging as I have
> known it – as a personal journal posted to the web –
> is almost dead. Maybe that's because I've been wandering
> along with my eyes shut though – maybe people ARE out
> there, sharing their lives – I'm just not looking for
> or noticing them. I visit the handful of people I have
> followed forever, and read their stories as you might a
> favourite book in a comfy old armchair.
There are pockets of it alive and well, but seemingly hard to find – I imagine due to there not being much profit in indexing such. I took a small stab at attempting to do that, but quickly learned how stultifying large the garbage to non-garbage links ratio was – thank you very much, URL naming entropy....
For now, read.write.as seems a Goldilocksian sweet spot to camp near. (He types, looking forward to s'more....)
> I find reaching out stressful. I find writing the first
> comment on a blog I have just discovered incredibly
> difficult. Clicking a follow or like button – knowing
> the author will receive a notification – only increases
> the stress. Suddenly their gaze might fall on you, and you
> panic in anticipation – checking that your profile or
> about page isn't too horrendous – that your last post
> isn't overly dramatic, depressing, or idiotic.
Really? And here I've been shooting for all three.... ;–)
Fairly calm day in progress, here. Trying – but failing – to become interested in work. Mostly just want to eat and drink coffee whilst discovering enjoyable posts.