This Blog
Back in the early days of the internet, people used to have personal websites. They were a place of quirks, of awful HTML and comic sans. But they oozed expression and personality.
What do we have now? Reddit, Twitter, Medium, and Facebook. These middlemen suck out all the personality and individuality in favor of a bland, soulless experience. They are a place for the masses, a place where the content takes a driver’s seat and its creator is completely lost. When was the last time you cared about who wrote an article?
This is my canvas - a place for me to paint my thoughs. Unlike modern content, no post here is a product, or even remotely worthwhile. What I can promise you is that every post is a piece of me. A snapshot of my thoughts, my life, and my experiences. Humor me for a while.
Why I Write
I write to think. Feeling without thought is a dangerous thing. It is easy to be swept away by the tide of emotion, to be shoved by a gust of wind. In such times, its easy to grasp at anything, but just anything isn’t good enough. Lesser ideas break under the stress of the moment, but some keep you grounded. I’m still floating, but I can see the ground, and maybe I’ll cast my anchor soon.
I write to remember. Some days are a blur. Some days I can’t remember yesterday, last week, or last month. On such days, its easy to be nearsighted. To see nothing but a single tree in the forest, tap it, and realize it’s rotten through. This is a log of both my thoughts and my life, as they come. It is a touchstone for me to step back and see the forest again.
I write to explore. Like a whetstone, I push ideas together, sharpen them, and see what cuts. Like an anvil, I hammer them into shape. Some break. Some were never meant to be. When I finally forge the masterwork, lift it out of the fires of life and quench it in the waters of Lethe, I can finally rest. That day has not come.
I write for myself. We will never meet, and I don’t care if you read this. You are invited to wander here, smell the flowers, and enjoy the view. Life is a series of vignettes, polaroids of a long, long hike. Enjoy some of mine, or ignore them like an old photo on your fridge. I’m here for me.
Ground Rules
Take my experiences as they are. I am not a teacher. I am not a novelist. I am rough around the edges, and I am pretentious, but believe every word I put down. Preface them with “This person believes....” if you must.
I am jealous. My words are mine. They are for you to interpret, but they are not for you to change. Show this site to a friend, but don’t re-package it in any way. If you put yourself between my words and the world, you shove a dirty lens in front of my content. People deserve to form their own opinions.
Lastly, don’t try to find me. One day, there will be enough information here to piece me together. A framework of patches just clear enough to see my outline. Some posts won’t be clear, some won’t be coherent or well written, some won’t reflect my current views or even my past views. There is no reason why you should want to link this site to anybody. It won’t help you, it won’t help them.
Welcome to my corner of the web.