deactivated my twitter today. goin cold turkey. feels like a "burn the ships and finally figure out how the fuck farcaster works" kinda moment

might continue to fuck around and get weirdly into pinterest as a 33 year old man

writer of manifestos, petter of cats.

in devotional pursuit of a more beautiful internet.

for reals tho, pinterest is oddly compelling for activating that non-verbal, imaginal side of my brain. warpcast and twitter and substack are so highly indexed on linguistic cleverness, which is great, but sometimes i get exhausted by swimming through an endless sea of words and just want to float aimlessly along a stream of pure images/art/vibes for a bit.