Something Refreshing...
About even my rare posts on this website is that it reminds me a bit of blogging in earlier periods of the internet. I delight in wrapping myself in the shroud of anonymity this place provides me and posting on main about how my life is, how I perceive things and the poorly-penned stream-of-consciousness that is my prose at the moment.
I promised I'd use things like this as an excuse to sharpen my wordsmithing more since it might, in theory, gain a sort of audience of people baffling at my buffoonery. It's certainly more attractive to read than the pen-and-paper journals I keep religiously which offend me even when I re-read them at how blunt, goofy and uninspired my words seem. They're too sterile and practical in those.
I often imagine someone finding them and remarking that I was a diligent but boring occultist. Maybe this will make a better attempt at self-expression.
One of the benefits here is how low the stakes seem to be. It doesn't matter how I come off. I find a quiet fortitude in that.
