Writing, blogs, and thinking it’s all so oooo 2013, right? There’s a need in me to write things down properly. I miss days of blogspot and tumblr where it wasn’t really about your oresnence but thinking, feeling and sharing often anonymously. I had internet friends who wrote blogs in the US, we weren’t actually friends but we knew each other’s usernames, commented on each other’s posts, shared philosophers, French art house films, artists. That culture could be toxic (don’t get me started on tilblr girl aesthetic circa 2012 as a girl whose never been thin.) Social media now seems so quick, so pointless, so lack lustre.

There’s many predictions made but who would’ve predicted as it feels like the end of days with rolling heatwaves and pandemics we’d spend our days fiimg ourselves dancing, posting blurry moons, and all the while potentially being active in our own demise?  ( I mean I was a 13 year old on MySpace no judgement tiktok generation)

There’s an Ick towards the monetisation of all these platforms, not seeing what you want, not having your carefully curated selection of a feed, not learning.

This was intended to be spouting about why I’m blogging but who knows where it’s going.

I was an active blogspotter, tumblr(er) I loved writing and hyper focusing on special interests.  At 16 I would work a shift in a clothes shop, and then come home and see photography, fashion and blogs of exciting places and people that weren’t stuck in a small town in the north of England. Maybe it’s the process. It’s important to talk through to myself, to reflect back. I don’t think I will share these posts. Just leave them here like little Easter eggs. Surprises into how I really think and feel for those with the know to stumble across on a website that needs a makeover.

Xoxo