the end of the road
it’s been on my mind: Substack.
i’ve enjoyed my time on the platform and managed, at one time, to write a daily post.
but like all good things, it must come to an end.
i was going to delete the platform — i still might — but for now, i’ve nothing more to say.
am i sad?
at one time i saw my life free from work but it’s become increasingly obvious to me that unless i take extreme measures i’ll be saddled to this horse for the rest of my days — the rest of my days!
i know that one of the reasons why i write so little now is that my creative juice has been compressed to such a narrow aperture that i’m bored reading what i write — god knows what it’s like your side.
oops, i suddenly remembered that i’ve made this self-styled proclamation before now. perhaps i’m becoming more forgetful. those neurons aren’t like they were.
still, there it is.
one last post and i wish you farewell dear friends.
much love, Julian