Brevity
Brevity is the soul of wit, or so said the buffoon.
Without imposing an arbitrary limit, I want to embrace the short form. Verbosity is a disease. I was infected by a philosophy degree. Unstable old men cowering behind rhetorical obfuscations.
So many of these blogs scream 00s MySpace. Today I’m feeling: Anxious to the sounds of shitty emo. Performative, sprinkled with desperation, reeking of loneliness. We collectively agree to hold our noses and upvote. Enjoy your dopamine.
Today I will wear the mask of a good father. Beneath it, only a Valium hangover and a nicotine craving. We reap what we sow.