In the boundless ocean of the social seas, where ides and winds whip fleeting trends, the Artist must make sanctuary.
I’ve been fighting off a low level cold all week. Groggy mornings and generally feeling slow and under the weather.
A recognition that not one of us knows what the fuck is going on. The past 2 years should have made this abundantly clear.
The Substacklash has continued to smoulder as a slow burn trash fire for the last few months. This week however Substack have fucked it.
Taking your eye off social media even for a moment reveals a greater danger. Deep down in the dark lies the Kraken of the social sea.