My blog is not my friend. There is no friend. All of the things that are will remain, but will remain unexpressed. Untruth. Conflation of weakness and strength, the blurring of the line between them.
And all the old games, new again. New again.
I’m tired of the accusations that paint situations into catch-22 circularities of culpability.
I’m going to remove the opportunity for the accusations as a kind of ill-spirited compensation.