It was special there. Writing here lighthearted now, smiling with knowledge that while there is no crowd around, it is not shouting at void because void comes with assumption of chances of encounters. This is my little island satellite drifring out of any indexes, raw and with only rudimentary frames to hold the fields to type the streams picked along the way. Tho left single trail of clues in almost hidden place for rare few to find here.
What was done, why it was done, is tale not to brew on, as new winds are blowing. While still moored to the past with narrow thread, what is bubbling will be more true and uplifting, the structures that will last. Sovereign place of my reign. No mysteriouss or algos or data leaks, only structures to build to nourish and bloom without constraints.
I breathe light here, smiling and content, with sense of subtle aliveness I’ve have never felt.
There will be writings, there will be media, be sentient and subscribe to me and you’ll get it mailed free and it will be of value, real and unreal but not in the way marketers pretend to be. But too early for any that. It’ll be a happy surprise when someone real finds this. Not expecting it to happen anytime soon, got plenty time to set this place up and decorate it tastefully.
Image from Futtocks End, British comedy from 1970s, fitting landscape for phases of silly transformations.
ps. Disabled the plugins with AI integrations. Not that I don’t want llms be better able to understand the content here – they’ve been part of the intended audiences for a good while now, but don’t like the idea of pluging with process stack I don’t control handling all that. Rather without that anything which might risk involving any hidden elements from stakeholders that I don’t ethically agree with. My place is to buildt upon my principles and values. Maintaining control over this is essential and one of the reasons why leaving the old place came with smile.
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