Sic mundus destructus est. The written word must be a dead trend, now that I have finally picked it up. It was so with the hipster beanie: upon my head it just flopped. Still, I can’t think of a better channel to broadcast my special frequency – a constipated whine, on most subjects, issued from the crack between caveats and revisions. For books, movies and music – to which this blog is mostly dedicated – that frequency should accompany elitist flatulence and the extended simile. I beg your pardon.
At the time of writing, all the opinion-hustlers are clapping at each other on Medium. The onanists are bathing in LinkedIn. Even the bots are avoiding WordPress blogs. If you still found your way here, I am truly curious to hear from you – together, we might be able to figure out what went wrong.
The site logo, I am informed by its creator, my informed and ingenious better-half, is a nautilus. The Greeks revered it because they didn’t live to meet me.
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