written by owen on 2025-Jan-24.

It is a new year. New in the sense that the numbers have changed but we and I are still moving ever forward. Alive, maybe not totally well, but we can still shift the particles so as to put pen to paper, order to the chaos. Or better yet create sound using the air in our lungs. I take a sip of water from the bottle on my desk and I appreciate its taste. I have probably done this a million times or approximately that amount. It doesn't matter. I must do it again.

We still have alot to do. Miracles to witness. Struggles to overcome. The question of whether any of it matters is still up in the air. In any case we must burn. We must do our projects. We must continue. We not merely to survive but to contribute to the sum of the things we accrue to give away. Eventually you will reach a point of completion or some kinda resolution.

I see some people trying to leave social media. On twitter people write "good bye" posts heading to bluesky - a website that looks and works exactly like twitter. Then return 2 months later saying that they are only doing it to keep the account alive, wondering why people are still tweeting. We welcome them back in solidarity, our fallen brother. We never left, just passing through, checking the numbers. But you feel a disdain, a subtle loathing, the dreck through the computer screen. It is as if they took the wrong bus up the road.

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