Cleaning Up
A good bit of the posts on this site don’t “jive” anymore. So I was wondering what to do with them.
The question to ask, then, is what’s the site’s objective, or my own whims. Does it matter that I don’t think half of these writings are useful? I usually conclude there is no point to this place. So there are no actions to take, for there is no goal to inch towards, other than the same habit: writing. No justification found.
But I could pull one goal out of a hat: it’d be nice to know that, if I browse the archive, everything in it has something to reflect on. So as a small inkling I am curious how much of what I’ve written I wouldn’t mind reading again. Should I commit to cleaning, how much would remain? Even yesterday’s entry is up for contention.
And even though there is no point to this website I do wonder, of the writings I find no value in, if I remove it, would that have unfortunate consequences?
This place is for myself mostly. Or it couldn’t be.
I do write for one person, that’s certain. It could be you. And it could be myself, too. I wouldn’t care however many more read it. These words are intended for one person only.
Came across this as I sorted through:
I thought I used to write for somebody, for someone --- and maybe in a corny driveby one would assert it’d be myself but no --- I write for eternity. I write to look for whatever constructed all of this. These words come by not as mine but as part of the larger play we’re all stuck in.
Though contrasted:
This is my respite. The only place where I may write unfiltered, no matter how much that may bite me later (but it won’t). So I’ll write.
In any case, when I think of it as a conversation it seems strange to remain complicit hosting entries that, as of today, seem inaccurate. From a historical reflection it could be interesting seeing the shifts in voice and ambitions by the season. Though I don’t see the point of that, in the end.
I usually find the “development & history” of a person boring. It can offer some insight, depending how much the person, today, values it. Ironically this entry, were it published a few months ago, would likely be binned. But it’s what the person does, today, that’s interesting.
So I’ve cleaned it all up. Roughly ~350 posts removed.
Reading through all of your posts can make you mildly mourn the person you once were.
Some of the things I’d write were so full of hope and ambition and mild fondness or love. It seems the few years since had their mutations.
Nevertheless I am finding solace in such hopeful words, even if I wouldn’t type it today.