I wonder how many times I have written those words now? How many times have a written this introduction post to my blog? Maybe three... four times? It’s hard to say. I never keep records of my written words or these experiments, I can often be a very unsentimental person with an objective to always move forwards through life without a care to preserving where I have come from, or what memories I have. It’s an instinct that I’m disinclined to continue, perhaps in part because now my life feels like it is moving with some speed, where the difference between one year to the next is monumental and I feel that these next few years could prove very interesting personally.
Very interesting to me at least. I imagine reading about my life for others will largely be a laborious chore, in which you sit there and read text on your device from a Scotsman that is maybe trying a bit too hard to work in the word “laborious” or “disinclined” into his writings, but then is it truly the internet if you are not reading someones pretentious attempt at “writing” that is perhaps a couple of paragraphs larger than it ever needed to be to get their point across? Probably not, but you would also expect some production value behind the website that is delivering this “fresh” content. Not such a barren hellscape, that offers no visual candy, no popup asking you to subscribe to my newsletter or join my Discord server. “Join My Discord Server” dear lord, I wonder if in ten years time that will sound as antiquated as talking about chatting over MSN Messenger is now. A frightening thought to me at least.