Social media most often feels like pissing into the wind, like a...

Social media most often feels like pissing into the wind, like a shout into this empty space. You create, you pour yourself into the art you choose, and you wonder if it will land anywhere, with anyone. Some do, some that you’re most proud of, stay hidden from the majority of people that choose to follow you. As things have slowed down here on this little piece of the internet, it’s easy to get discouraged and wonder why other poets, other photographers, see such massive growth and success while I, or you, do not. It’s easy to question whether or not you should start selling out and customizing your art to fit the fleeting whims of a ridiculous social network, an algorithm, a phantom idea of followers or hashtags or metrics. Last night I hit a wall of absolute and total Done-ness. I just don’t fucking care anymore, truth told. I will never change, the art I make is the art I must make, it is why I am here. I am done thinking about analytics and timing posts and wondering why I lose more followers than I gain, I am done wondering what that means for my career, for my ability to support a family. I am just going to make things, as I always have, and send it out into the world in case anyone, anywhere, needs to see it. (at Lower Largo Beach)

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