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So – I took the plunge – I jumped in the water, and I swiped the card, metaphorically, for write.as. I did think about self hosting, I did download the software and I ran it on my local machine, but the distance from local to the web, felt further away than my urge to write.

I ended up paying to write.as to quench that thirst, so now I am here, over my keyboard typing away and feeling the timeless question whisper at edge of my ears : “who will read this, who are you writing for, why write at all” etc etc.

The simple truth is that I am writing for myself. I, as many others in these times, have lost touch with writing. At my job, I tend to work with programming, assets, in the game engine, and very seldom do I actually sit down and write. In my spare time – it is much worse. My focus stolen by scrolling other peoples content, endlessly. Small chunks often lacking context, people with clout setting their agenda, and me, lurking around anonymously at the edges. I feel, that this feeling I am describing, is the zeitgeist, and not unique to me.

I am writing – in my own words, in my own thoughts, too , because it is time I stopped reading, reading, reading. With the influx of large models of languages – the LLMS – everyone can generate a massive amount of text, the amount of things you can read will be too much, so the only sane thing is to stop reading.

Text is worthless Unless it's your own – unless it is the result of you, and your thoughts, then, again, text becomes human.

And once you've stopped reading – you can read again, from small sources, from friends not waterfalls, read for you – and pause, think, ponder, then read again.

Okay this became quite the rant, but if you made it to the end – here’s what to expect from this blog.

Sometimes, I will write about games, game developement, and maybe some game development anecdotes, as that is my profession, and I am fond of games and the joys they bring us. I might also write about other things that interest me, food, soccer, philosophical musing and thoughts about society, and .. in the end, anything that grabs my attention.

As I alluded to in this post – it is time I sit down and write – not for you, but for me – as an exercise in healthily cultivating my ID in this massive stream of otherness that is the world around me.

Thanks for reading whoever you are that made it this far.