i forgot that you can turn off seeing retweets from specific people which is, my friends, a godsend because there’s some people where i like their original content but they frequently RT inflammatory stuff or respond to bad actors’ content which means that the original bad content gets shoved into my feed, and i’m not about it
because, like, i considered yeeting myself off of twitter entirely for like two hours last night before remembering that i can just TURN OFF RETWEETS, one of twitter’s only good features
Really impressed by how diverse the tracks here are—”Checkmate” in particular feels like kind of a departure for Oh My Girl, but it’s catchy and the kind of thing I’d loop when I need to get something done.
I haven’t been doing much writing-writing lately, like the kind I could submit to magazines and journals. Some of that is because I’m too busy trying to vibrate out of my skin and into outer space from anxiety; some of that is because I’m not sure what I want to be writing about.
I started writing poetry out of a need to exorcise some feelings about stuff going on with my family and found it to be something that I was decent at. I’ve read a lot of poetry in the last few weeks, though, while we’ve been camped out in my wife’s parents’ house, and I at least have some ideas of… aspirations, I guess? I think I am less interested in making the everyday epic and fantastic and affirming and more in the slow consideration of observations or memories.
Maybe I should just start keeping a journal of things I see or feel or remember that stand out?