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Substack feels messy. 

I prefer this place. Blogger is my home.

I am not writing 4 money.

I write for myself.

I have no illusions that nobody gives a damn.

I will never reveal my real name.

Why should I?

I am nobody really.

Do you have a goal on twitter or facebook?

I have no goal in life except to grow old and die.

This blog will be just another speck in the billion billion billion infinite expanse of machine learning or tiny disk space archive on some god damn server who knows where.

I accept I am insignificant and not worth your love or affection.

I think this is my worst Xmas in my life.