Hiyaz.
I’ve got a new story (near complete but needs some trimming). And I like it very much.
Confessional booth. Mommie gets all apologetic in there until things become a bit more complete, in a sense. Sacrifice, or honesty, admittance - can often acquire great relief.
I’d clean that up and post it. If only, it wouldn’t bother my own ego more than it might help it (ego’s are often complex that way, eh).
And I’ve got maybe 50 or so other things worth posting as well that need tending to.
I don’t post them because… well, I feel like what the Internet USED to be isn’t that any more. Everyone feels entitled about their consumption of the FreeVerse now. And it’s relatively disgusting. I want this. I want that. Why can’t you gimme me and all completely as I’d like and/or prefer it.
No investment. Consumption only.
Has anyone else noticed that Music has completely gone to shit at this point? How can there not be at least ONE legitimate song that we all love and dropped during Covid? How many Vietnam songs are endlessly rewarding from that period? And not a single Covid song to hang our hat on? How is that possible? Haven’t we all needed that beyond all else?
Instead, music has been vaporized into the easiest and most likely return. Ain’t no room for invention. They literally squeeze the volume of songs into the most predetermined successful output and throw that crap out at you like dog food.
When I was young it was ridiculous to ever want to listen to your parent’s favorite music. Nowadays, the kids all want what I used to be listening to. Coincidenza? Not.
Anyways, that’s what’s happened to freedom of expression on the Internet.
Why create? Why risk anything?
There’s no reward.
For every individual that actually takes the time to say, ‘That was really enjoyable for me, and here’s why’. There are 100 (or more) asshats dropping memes or turds with the onerous intent of simply being noticed themselves. And it’s fucking gross.
Here’s another sideways comparison: Atlas Shrugged.
So, if anyone here has/n’t read that. What happens is, all the creative types who’ve become so completely disgusted with the world (that’s absolutely headed the way we are heading right now for reals), ultimately decide… to disappear.
Poof. They’re out.
Adios.
Becuz… why create for thieves?
Ya know?
Fuck it. Eat rice, bitch.
So… can anyone out there give me a reason that I’m wrong?
Please. I’m begging you.