The Sorta-Vanishing: How I Use Twitter Now

While Twitter has brought me career opportunity and lifelong friendship, it – and my attachments to it – has become – in spite of my best efforts otherwise – a spoon used by the worst excesses of my chronic anxiety and depression to break free of the mental prison I’ve constructed to contain them; I’ve worked too long and too hard to let that containment falter.

But I’m not vanishing completely: though I may (at present) lack the capacity or interest to create content for the bird-platform beyond its current iteration as a stream of these Informalities, that doesn’t mean I won’t interact (eventually) should someone have something to say – nice or otherwise – about one of these pieces: I’m just keeping all of my thought-sharing here, at this little unweeded garden of thought – where I’m most comfortable expressing myself and/or talking to myself.

And so I retreat into this space and its newsletter embassy in the hopes that somehow, someway, it brings me closer to an approximation of peace and artistic satisfaction. See you tomorrow.