Virtual Insanity

You're receiving this two days earlier than I'd expected to be the case, mostly because the 'onboarding' to Ghost was handled by an actual human being called Bob. No AI would ever call itself Bob, let's be honest. He checked my BlueSky and the Substack before he allowed me to input your names and then made me promise that if anybody here wants to leave they must be allowed to do so.

There's your first decision for the day.

We will start everything fresh with a line in the sand, a statement of intent, the belief that this time I have already made it better. I read this morning that BlueSky’s being run now by a venture capitalist. Even the most elegantly-crafted lines are eventually washed away by tide and time. The only real truths in the current climate are those you choose not to be allowed to be fucked up by the chaos around you.

How do you survive in a period of protracted virtual insanity and remain true to your own ethical core? If you've read this far, it means I’ve managed to achieve a part of my own revolution away from everything else. Running on change and alteration and a continual evolution of style and approach has meant, for literally fucking decades, freedom was the option that was rarely possible.

I have become a new person, sitting here and typing this, in a way I would currently struggle to communicate by any other means other than words.

S. Reeson (@internetofwords.com)

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Bluesky Social

Most of you will hold a chronology of existence you can recall with speed and certainty. For the entirety of existence until the last 10 years or so, that was not the case for me. A great deal of life before that point only exists through other people’s narratives, because of photographs or because I wrote about it, or it was enough of my own creation and under my own auspice as to be recalled as such.

Here is not a history lesson or a therapy session. It is instead a fresh start, but under extremely volatile circumstances. What I crave most of all is consistency, and that is the Holy Grail so many of us simply cannot even begin to consider searching for at present. Living in perpetual chaos, hand to mouth, literally destroys us all… but I’ve done only that, I realise, for the entirety of my adult life.

Some decisions need to be decommodified as a matter of urgency.

It will take a few days to settle everything here, and starting on Monday we will go back to what I hoped could be possible at the start of the journey three years ago. I have every previous post from Substack and we will reintegrate the ones which form a cohesive narrative (the poetry stuff particularly) in the next couple of weeks before, in April, a bunch of new things will appear.

For now, this is a chance for those of you who don't like change and realise I wasn't kidding when I said we were going to start from scratch a chance to quietly depart without either guilt or recrimination. The real key to progress, of course, will be when someone subscribes. I know certain people who would not do this before. I did what I promised for them, and there is no excuse for them now ^^

Let's see how long this stability lasts, shall we?