Logbook: Uncategorized

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This year, I’ve been posting; I’m reclaiming myself. Have you felt it too? The creeping disillusionment with social media? Once vibrant platforms for connection have become echo chambers of manipulation, controlled narratives, and the relentless barrage of fleeting, surface-level content. We’re drowning in manufactured outrage and baseless accusations, while genuine expression gets stifled. So grab your coffee and get your voice out there.

Its time to bring back the personal website. It’s time to print whatever the hell you want without worrying you will offend the person that i just offended that i typed this sentence. Rather than deal with the toxic environments just make your own space. I feel the social media space is getting way to politicized. Where you choose who’s in your space. You also create your own space rather than living in a mindless box. Twitter was good at one point, but it became an echo chamber that became so loud it drowned everyone out. the only way to get recognized on twitter now is dogpiling onto a post and hope you get recognition, its bad.

Personal Websites, however old, allows you to be the director, the producer , the cast, and the special effects.

This is what i feel like when i’ve had too much coffee

The Importance of Content Preservation in a Changing Digital Landscape

I often think at times to update this site and i simply forget and life gets in the way. but as time goes i more realize that i should keep this site going as other media platforms keep dying or getting diluted. At least in this way my shit stays out in the ether and as other platforms get taken over or free speech gets crushed this will still be here.

Finding me. part II

After the events of december, I still find myself looking into a black void trying to remember something, anything that would be part of my life before the events of my suicide and I have been given information by others and nothing that I can find in myself as for my confidence is at a low I can’t explain, when someone tells me something that I can not draw upon it drives me mad with trying to remember. I know with some people It seems like remembering an emotion,, but the details elude me. I feel bad saying that I have to meet a person for the first time again. When I was released from the hospital I did not realize that there was a gap in my memories , Even before I got home i did not even recognize the apartment, the furniture the floors the layout, I found myself dependent on others for location and places of the recent, the more I delved into what i could remember the more i realized that there was a huge hole in my memories in the last 6 years, I feel bad i can not recognize something and it hurts worse that I know that this profound loss of memory hurts others…..

Finding me

I write this post in confusion , the events of my christmas have been harrowing to say the best. I sit in my own thoughts not knowing who i am through memory loss and tragically can not remember a number of years. I know i keep meaning to restart this site and Maybe i should contribute, for my health is not the best and my current status is unknown.