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I have treated every social media platform that I've landed on as a blog, of sorts. I ramble, forever onward, slouching toward new horizons of wordiness, testing the patience of my readership. This is my new life now, as a blogger, someone-who-has-a-blog. I was made for this medium, or perhaps this medium was made for me--either way, it's long past due. Whether or not this garners any attention is irrelevant. At worst, it will function as a strange kind of public journal. As with everything I put out into the rhizome, the onus will be on the reader to parse through ever-thickening layers of irony. 

This is at once an attempt at self-discovery and a means of escaping my-self.