There are things sitting in my feed-reader and my newsletters app that my brain would and could blog about if it weren’t so flat and broken lately, and it’s making me sad and angry that I’ll never get to any of it, because other things will just pile up on top of them that, if this keeps up, I also will never get to, and I’ll just keep getting sadder and angier about it. Maybe none of this is a character failing but the experience sure plays out from the inside as a failure.
Bix dot Blog
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
No fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.