the end

dear you,

how nice it feels to deactivate, to retreat back into the dark. I have less and less to say to a crowd. I won’t bury the lede: I think it’s time for this substack to end, at least for a while, and at least in the form it has been taking. I can say, on the most selfish level, that it has served its purpose for now, getting me to the point where I can write about things that scare me without anything bad happening afterward. nothing bad, at least, that I can perceive. this has always been exposure therapy. fear is the debilitating thing that needs to be conquered. not other writers, not even the environment of envy, scarcity, and bullshit. once I pass through the fear, everything else will become tolerable, or insignificant, or necessary sores.

but it’s served another purpose too. it’s brought some of you together. this is where the real meaning resides: in realizations, connections made. I hope genuine inspiration has been found. I want nothing more than to pass on insights. li…