The online world is a vampire that is never satiated. I've realized that all of the interesting people in the world, all of the new ideas and pretty pictures can't outweigh the spiritual exhaustion created by wallowing in the Internet. The problem is that when you're online, you're never offline. Nobody ever logs off. We'll, quite literally, be touching grass and remained glued to our screens. It's disgusting. Good for you for detaching. I pray that it lasts.
Glad to see I am not alone in the insufferable congestion of the profane. I find myself irritable and with boundless energy. I have to walk it off, through empty halls, up labyrinthine stairs and passages. And through gardens missing their caretakers, all to be able to swallow the indignity of it all.
The last time I re-activated my IG account about a year ago I learned the hard way that they make you wait 2 weeks out before allowing you to deactivate once more.
Never again. I’m really glad it seems like a lot of us are choosing to walk away from it. A lot of us, but not enough. Oh well, in time.
I too have almost no idea what some of my journals or poetry say from a decade ago. Interesting how our handwriting can fluctuate so much.
I shared this post because I was actually journaling when Substack gave me the notification to share it and it turned out to be perfect timing. There's something cool about journaling in my little black books but for usefulness I have been using a scrivner file for the past year. It's great because I go back and find ideas using the search function. We shall see if it lasts tho.
Twitter truly can be a WasteLand, as formidable and terrifying as Fallout's own; filled with monsters and ruins, it can be the death of those who are seeking shelter in conversation and discourse.
I stay, for I am a treasure hunter, and a battler of monsters, Having roamed the dungeons of Reddit long ago, once banished I found I could not put the sword down. So I continue...
Social media have been the sole focus of our collective attention during the coof years, and the only way to keep relationships with one another, so it's only normal that they've been of maximum interest. But now that we all are back to a normal life (more or less), the attention and the energy has returned elsewhere.
This dullness you speak of, and that I feel as well, may just be a normal feature of these digital spaces.
Glad that the proverbial touching grass is keeping you well.
The online world is a vampire that is never satiated. I've realized that all of the interesting people in the world, all of the new ideas and pretty pictures can't outweigh the spiritual exhaustion created by wallowing in the Internet. The problem is that when you're online, you're never offline. Nobody ever logs off. We'll, quite literally, be touching grass and remained glued to our screens. It's disgusting. Good for you for detaching. I pray that it lasts.
Glad to see I am not alone in the insufferable congestion of the profane. I find myself irritable and with boundless energy. I have to walk it off, through empty halls, up labyrinthine stairs and passages. And through gardens missing their caretakers, all to be able to swallow the indignity of it all.
The last time I re-activated my IG account about a year ago I learned the hard way that they make you wait 2 weeks out before allowing you to deactivate once more.
Never again. I’m really glad it seems like a lot of us are choosing to walk away from it. A lot of us, but not enough. Oh well, in time.
I too have almost no idea what some of my journals or poetry say from a decade ago. Interesting how our handwriting can fluctuate so much.
I shared this post because I was actually journaling when Substack gave me the notification to share it and it turned out to be perfect timing. There's something cool about journaling in my little black books but for usefulness I have been using a scrivner file for the past year. It's great because I go back and find ideas using the search function. We shall see if it lasts tho.
Twitter truly can be a WasteLand, as formidable and terrifying as Fallout's own; filled with monsters and ruins, it can be the death of those who are seeking shelter in conversation and discourse.
I stay, for I am a treasure hunter, and a battler of monsters, Having roamed the dungeons of Reddit long ago, once banished I found I could not put the sword down. So I continue...
but it is wearying.
Social media have been the sole focus of our collective attention during the coof years, and the only way to keep relationships with one another, so it's only normal that they've been of maximum interest. But now that we all are back to a normal life (more or less), the attention and the energy has returned elsewhere.
This dullness you speak of, and that I feel as well, may just be a normal feature of these digital spaces.
Glad that the proverbial touching grass is keeping you well.