making visual images was fine because there was always a layer of abstraction between me and the meaning of the image. there was always a layer of plausible deniability retained in the abstractness.

words do not work this way. it’s hard to sit down and just type whatever comes to mind because, quite frankly, not everything that comes to mind is something that should be shared. there’s lots of pieces of me that I do not necessarily want in the public spotlight.

they’re not weird, or bad; or conversely, not necessarily normal or good, either. they just are. and I’m not really in the business of having my business weaponized.

because that’s what happens, isn’t it. you share thoughts and feelings in good faith and the next thing you know, they’re being leveraged against you when you exercise a bit of disagreeableness.

anyway.

writing is trickier because it’s so direct. there’s no layer of abstractness and deniability between thought and product. it is what it is, and what it is, is naked thought being exposed to whoever should take up the task of reading.

if I had to describe my aesthetic this year, it would be guy-who-is-smoking-outside-in-the-cold-weather-wearing-a-high-collar-jacket-with-a-serious-face-probably-thinking-moderately-heavy-about-something.

things are happening in the world, I wish I had more to say about them.