Renaissance

There is more left to discover.

There is more left to do.

There are more people to love, and people who'll love you.

Keep going!

I haven't written anything here in more than a decade. Other blogs in other places have been similarly ignored. I regularly feel as if the social media I use these days (Reddit, Facebook) doesn't really allow me to express anything; I would almost never use Twitter (now X) because posts were limited to 140 characters. Meanwhile Facebook has become the land of memes and scrolling; quick, thoughtless messages.

Nobody writes anymore. Nobody reads anymore. We watch people deliver rapid-fire messages that are a mile wide and less than an inch deep in terms of the character of their content. One wonders how such generations would even judge content of character....

I intend all puns.

I digress.

I've decided to start writing again. At first, here, and maybe more elsewhere. One thing I have noticed about the majority of communication these days is, it's all disposable. It's as disposable as you and I having a conversation in a café; perhaps even more so, as it is even less memorable. Even conversation "histories" offer little help; in a sea of information, what good is another column of endless scrolling? If you can scroll back ten years, does it mean you know the person? Maybe. But what really matters is how we scroll forward.

I want to scroll forward with the people I care about; not to spite them, not despite them, not to erase the stress of the day. I want to scroll forward into a future where we are once again, as humans, communicators. I believe we have entered a dark age where we think that the most predicted results from a data lake represent some kind of intelligence. They're actually selling it as artificial intelligence. I think it's dumb.

We are communicators. We are artists. We are organisms. We are life and death, trials and tribulations, strife and good health. And our stories deserve to be heard; truly heard, not just scrolled past. This is why writing is so important, and I hope that as humans we start doing it frequently and fervently once again. Let's write ourselves out of these dark ages. Let someone know you are there. Let someone know who you are. Let someone else see you shine, outside of an endless scroll box.

At least, that's the dream.

per aspera ad astra —ces