Why Even?

I want to blog, even if the medium has been thoroughly commodified. Expressing yourself online without a concern for image or money is almost unheard of nowadays, but I need this space to get some thoughts out of my head. The dangers of indulging in a journal too much are evident. It’s unhealthy to have so many thoughts alone, it’ll drive a man mad.

So this space is part idea board, part diary, part sanity check, part manifesto canvas, and part whatever else. Just a brief glimpse into my dark and twisted mind as I scream myself hoarse into the void of a billion faceless text boxes.

With hope, luck, and a bit of stubborn grit we can fight back the impending forces trying to turn all things into content. Imagine just the dream of engaging in something genuine, let alone swimming in that far off Atlantis.

Another thing to say, is that deep down, down to where we kick things we don’t wanna deal with, is the longing to be understood and to understand others. Something must be done about this horrifically alienated society.

Its been a long time coming, from ages I have teetered this way and that. I convince myself I have nothing to say and when that fails I double down with the rationalization that nobody’ll want to hear it. Or perhaps that I’ll just be misunderstood, which proves itself an ever present worry.

After all we all sit siloed, running and rerunning parallel thoughts, thinking that they are either unique or mundane. Our discoveries are in another’s oblivion. This torture is hailed as independence. Like a tyrant called emperor.

After all the hurdles of mind have been cleared, I am caught up in a fear further, what if I get to a height fueled by things to say only to run out of steam, then come crashing to earth like poor Icarus. Ambition might reveal its danger.

Here I am, brave for at least a moment.

A Bit About Myself

Any who are reading may wonder who I am, the fingers behind the cursor so to say.

Well, we must first acknowledge that all introductions of the self necessarily involve a fair bit of posturing and the whiff of manipulation. I can only ever tell you the things I want you to hear.

The things mentioned and those left unmentioned are both important in the character of a person, so never take my word on myself… or on anything, now that I think about it.

All mystery aside, I find myself as a thirty plus year old man, living in the Southwest of the United States. Like most of us, I am poor, perhaps poorer than others. I live off-grid deep on the high desert, like a sun-baked Thoreau but with a cell-phone and car.

The rest of me, you should be able to suss out with time.

So What Is the Point of You?

So if the reader is to continue on reading, what can they be expected to stumble across?

Simply put, a variety of things. I have poems and stories, reflections and observations, rants and strong beliefs, just to name some of the ways I while away the time I’ve been gifted.

I’ll maybe indulge in popcorn media, then come here to separate out the whey from the curds (or perhaps, when it comes to Hollywood, the piss from the shit).

I may read occasionally just to keep up a bookish reputation, so you might get smothered with that smug smog.

If you’ll entertain it I may also share the development of my soul and character; an insight into the drama that accompanies introspection and hopefully deep thought laid bare.

People love character studies and distinct personalities, so I’ll endeavor to avoid the boring default we can all slide into on from time to time. In fair warning though occasionally (and more than occasionally) I can be aloof, or even downright quiet.

So I ask that you please explore the words I have to offer. Take them with love and good faith, and let me know what you think of them.