No Birds. A Pile of Stones.

If you were manage to get me into an empty field today and tell me to wait around until you came back, I’d probably take my phone out and start scrolling. Through a confluence of personality quirks and circumstances, I found myself last night with this publishing platform installed and ready to go. It’s a genuinely endless, undiscovered field of possibilities. Then I shut it down. I told myself that I’ve been here before every year or two since 2004, and every time I write a post or two, or maybe zero, and go back to anything else.

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