This shit fights my nature on every level

I can't stand this standard archival style of website that is often called a blog. This is not compatible with my brain at any step.

Title, permalink, permanence. Every passing thought gets a label, a stable address on a shelf like a chronicle. An archive that deserves to be retrieved in some future. Then the perfomance follows naturally. Filtered thoughts, polished wording, fake authority. One-way broadcast. Writing on a tombstone in the jungle.

Such bullshit. I don't know, maybe some people operate that way. A lot of writing is coherent and stable over years. No idea how a person is able to keep the shit the same for a decade or even just for a few years. But that's what I often see on the internet. Mostly what changes are just their purchasing habits, favorite products, and strong opinions on the current mainstream narrative.

Permanent identity. The whole story, structure, ideas, and narratives that confirm the main illusion of a person. It is like rotting past in some box. Whatever I think today is irrelevant tomorrow. Why carry all that garbage? There is no reason to give it permanence. Collection of failures.

This circus forces one to create a character and then maintain it. The identity trap is the prison someone built in the past and now has to perform it. What I mostly see is that the visible change happens only when the mainstream narrative does. Promote X. Leaving X. Promote Y. New laptop, new coffee method, but the same rot inside. Documented, published. This phenomenon is visible online because when somebody changes radically, old things are burned. Personal graveyards are not visible. Genuine change is not that easy to publish and announce. That would require admitting the character was wrong. That's not pleasant.

In the past, I had a lovely ephemeral "x" file. The one big file. Anyone could send their words there just over TCP with a netcat utility. Brutally simple and probably the only honest way to publish random crap from the head. Raw, direct, unfiltered thoughts somebody captured for a moment. As thoughts flowed, the file adapted. Old nonsense was wiped out periodically. Journal, temporary log.

I don't give a bunch of words such value that they deserve their own sacred space. Words are just written thoughts, an illusion, commenting on some happening inside of the brain. Words change nothing. They are just entertainment for the mind.

If this whole article should be kept for a longer period, I would need to distill it and cut off 80% of it. All commentary would go into the trash, and just a few lines would be left. If bothering people with all this circus, at least it should be short. But then the mind can't process it. It will boringly state only what is happening. That is not food for human minds.