hallo…nochmal

I published my first post and, despite mentioning my desire to minimize pressuring myself, I promptly vanished for over a month precisely due to pressuring myself. I establish grand goals when creating projects, oftentimes ones that are unattainable immediately, and when they inevitably do not come into fruition, I grow discouraged and move onto the next idea. Perhaps it is beneficial that social media is absolutely atrocious to observe, especially this past week; it actively repels and repulses me, so that I am inclined to write.

Every time I open X, browse YouTube, or visit any online forum, a combination of anger, malice, and judgment greet me with a razor-sharp grin and smoking nostrils, issuing forth from allegedly fellow humans (we all know how rampant bots are, as well as soulless and callous humans). However, I don't want this post to be purely negative, although each sentence has been so far. Enough "not" and more "are." Is that a saying? Potentially, but I'm sure the legitimate saying is better worded and more catchy.

My desire to read, to write, to vanish into the foggy forest with nothing but my notebook and camera has been strong. I would love for this blog to become, in a way, an extension of me, the space where I am most active and engaging. Sure, people might say blogging is dead, but sometimes dead things are the most fascinating. Who doesn't love a good unsolved mystery? Also, the rise and popularity of the bloggy platform Substack, I’m looking at you.

And so, here I am, writing an incoherent post, purely so that I have something to share. This method is not the most ideal, but, as those other sayings go, something is better than nothing, and habits take practice.

This is all my brain has for you in this post! I’m off to go camping for the weekend, so maybe I’ll share some photos after I return.

Until next time, optimistically sooner than later!

Witchingly,

— Clark