Escape ?

I would like to write a normal post. But I don’t believe there is any such thing anymore. Why are my photos tagged screenshot?

I just had to delete a list of freeloaders on my widgets ( the directional columns on the left), I don’t know these people. I don’t want to know them. I don’t want to be a springboard for other people’s scams and marketing tactics. I pay for this blog. I pay for it to be free of advertisements.

In the beginning, I wrote about being free of alcohol and I was loaded down with Vodka ads. I couldn’t have that.

I have never participated on this site to try and make money. And I darn sure don’t need a machine to do my writing for me. I don’t need a machine to create art or to play music. Sorry y’all but I am bored to tears when you are on stage musically masturbating with your gadgets. And then it all sounds the same. Every song. No soul.

ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE is taking over.

Many have jumped on board. The blog posts are often appalling.

I once again am re-arranging my life. Thinking. Meditating. Praying.

Is everyone in a race to catch a bauble? To circle the merry-go-round. Lean and grab?

I look at tik-tok and find it disturbing. Sure there are some funny posts on there. Love the southern comic with a crayon in her mouth. And the Mexican word of the day. But what do I forfeit to see these bits of entertainment? My brain?

Is there a way to escape – short of death?

Pondering this question, here in my casita, in my bathrobe, drinking my lemon water from my beautiful bottle, at my desk that is surrounded by my books, bones and sea shells, I wonder.

This post cannot be improved on.

Crossfit is at 5:30.