It is a luxury to finish a thought — to let it run its course, to watch it languish. A thought isn’t to be mined immediately, turned into content, shared. I know, what idealism. I dislike myself for this line of thought, but that is a thought for another time.
Oof. Being clever is such obfuscation. I’m sorry. But I suppose that’s the point, isn’t it? Here we go being clever (if we can even call some lazy wordplay to keep things lively clever) because the industry thrives on wit and unbridled enthusiasm. Or without wit, bite and polemics. The net has become such a safe place. As is always the case, safety requires sacrifice.
But back to thoughts. It is invigorating to reap discourse. The comment section grows. Enter esteem, but nothing gets to die. Thoughts used to die. Perhaps it is because we hate to waste, we recycle…
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