fiction, appearing, look, there it is
I have decided to post. the words have been written and sit dead but not decomposing because not even bacteria is consuming them. I have decided to post, where? not here. does anyone read wordpress anymore? I don’t know. The engagement is low. The likes and comments do not exist. It used to be I’d post and the algorithm would shove me in enough faces that someone would click like or comment, but that hasn’t happened in years. am I posting into a void? will it be different anywhere else? I don’t know. All one can do is try. just keep shouting and flailing your arms and hope someone looks. light yourself on fire and scream as you melt and maybe someone will glance up from the ten thousand eight second reels they’ve swiped through in the past hour. i dont know. do I care? I try not to. there doesn’t seem much point.
anyway, i made a substack. there will be fiction there. here’s the first one:
