the end of the road

Photo by Bowen Chin on Unsplash

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?

a little.

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

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