Writing at the end of the world...
A honest appraisal of my line over two decades on the internet is that it has sucked; it involved suffering social media, finding then losing community again and again, and ultimately retreating into myself. I have tried my hand at writing repeatedly, first on xanga, then on a self built and self hosted log just like this one (fragments of which are in the internet archive) and microblogging on twitter.
I got a degree in writing in the hopes that I would get good at it but I have mostly relegated any thoughts of mine to audience of 0 self threads on facebook talking about video games , tweets and bluesky posts that have seen some virality and snarky replies on tiktok in the hopes I can train the algorhithm to hate me less.
So I'm going to give this a go again. I know AI is destroying/eating the web, but this is my attempt to take myself back to a version of me that genuinely looked forward to hitting publish.
Onward