Since I last checked in, the Earth’s become hotter, civilization more divided, pants are baggier, tortured poets are unfortunately en vogue, and the looming sunset of Lebron’s career reminds us that most things still remain impermanent.
This Substack began solely as a means to publicly, and from a distance, reconcile the death of a loved one in the middle of the pandemic. It was a convenient platform for catharsis that I ghosted as soon as I got my dopamine hit. I don’t want to treat everything like that anymore. Here we are three years later: time to move on and bring some levity into what I write about, to write more in general, plus I figured I should take up some more space in your life while I can.
In this new newsletter, I want to reinvigorate the sharing muscles in a digital Equinox if you will, to flex on the self-conscious self, and take the occasional deep dive into sincerity that’s characteristic of yours truly.
Putting all my multitudes on display for the record, the plot, etc.
I got some things I’m thinking about and would love to share. I promise it won’t be forever.
Check the About section to see what’s to come and if you so please,
Thanks,
Adam