Not knowing where I’m at or where I’m going is a disorienting yet desired experience. I could use a guide. If you know of a good one, let me know.
But they tell me, only on the difficult path can you hope to discover the unknown.
So say yes.
Yes to disorientation.
There’s been talk of snow, for days, in my little town. So far nothing has materialised. Tomorrow is another day and we shall see if the “snow bomb” (that’s what they’re calling it
) will arrive. I hope not, because tomorrow, I have 60 miles and back to cover. And Brits and snowy roads don’t play well together.
If things seem a little weird today, don’t panic. It’s just me experimenting with style and form. I’ve been doing a deep dive in the sub-culture of the newsletter genre, which has seen a rebirth since the days before marketers hijacked the platform and made people hate their inbox. There’s a real interesting mix of newsletters
out there. Kind of reminds me of the Zine hey days, back before the Internet.
Remember when this used to excite you
. (If you’re a millennial, don’t bother with this link. You wouldn’t understand, it’s a pre-wifi thing)
Who are you really?
Do you even remember who you are or were before the soft machine
shape shifted you into someone else?
Ok. Ok. That’s enough MR Lowe, move on!