rant about our digital ecosystems and its psychological side effects.
This is a digital toxicologist report, and I’m the toxicologist. The source of toxicity in our known web…
an expression of the inexpressible.
thought lives matter (and: writing lives for that matter). both are entwined in a double helix of waxing nostalgic + introspective funkiness (whatever that means, just thought it sounded cool). this isn't: for likes, followers, google nonsense chump change, being an 'influencer' (or: professional panhandler).
this is a soliloquy of my deep dish drama. Hey I'm originally a Chicagoan I get to make pizza references.
to break it down for y'alls (I'm now a North Carolinian so I get to use y'all):
45% personal niche-blog: you've been on one perhaps. that's to say chock filled with pretentious quotes, reviews, wayward thoughts, opinions, youtube videos, listicles, etc.
50% sketch-journal: personal notes, thoughts, journal entries, photos, sketches, the like. this is what it's all about really. if you're at all offended, butt hurt and emotionally wounded you can email me. I could use a good laugh!
15% eratta: writings, my not so still life in photos, etc.