Coming soon, coming now, forever coming and going, defragmenting, consolidating, dissolving and so on.

in the wrambbles of verbal processing

The day has come when finally my guts spilled over through my fingers and the months long decision to stop sitting on words, images, sounds, breath, whatever, has finally spilled over.

I resisted Substack as I’m tired of avoiding algorithmic deaths through posting unending, tired, pushing, DMing, so that my existence in the streets of social media isn’t erased; I mean, dead.

These days I try to keep my subjectivity residing within my body and now meandering the 4th dimensional space of the digital realm where we all come in communion, disembodied, neck arched, thumb sore and shallow breathed.

So it happened. I finally posted on on Substack, and so, this section you are reading now is dedicated to stream of consciousness, to verbal processing, to letting thought, feelings, words, and words as images, and thoughts as squiggled abstractions of concepts and emotions stream through the tip tap of my fingers on this keyboard. As I make sense of it all. Yes, there will be far too many commas, o…