The past year and maybe more than that has been somewhat of a huge rather ridiculous roller coaster of many things and a lot of things have happened. All of that aside, I’m trying to write more honestly likely. And intrinsic in that is the idea that writing and posting things online (albeit anonymously?) is itself a contradiction. Am I writing for myself and for ease of writing or am I writing (somewhere, subconsciously, less subconsciously and more consciously so) for the purpose of being acknowledged for said writing? I don’t know. It’s a bit like charlie. Maybe the thought of someone, however anonymously so, reading your shitty rant, that’s a thing that’s comforting because it means that someone somewhere read your thoughts and maybe misunderstood but read them regardless. That’s a nice thought eh.