I was never that kid that could follow through with a diary but I’ve always had an inner voice. I never had an imaginary friend but I do see life in a lot of things.

Lately the internet has felt more like performance than ever and I’ve gotten to the point where I just want to share because I want to share. I don’t want to feel insecure because of the latest microtrends… I don’t want to censor myself for future job opportunities… I don’t want to feel responsible for unattended DMs left unread due to personal circumstances… I just want a place where my mind can run free. And since Twitter is overrun by the worst people imaginable. Meta is scraping everybody’s accounts for every ounce of data possible. And apparently Substack is praising Musk and Zuck’s current antics… this felt like the most viable alternative. I don’t want social media. I want a home base.