Did I ever tell you about the ghost rabbit who lives with me? He sometimes brushes against my ankles when I’m washing dishes, lost in thought. Maybe a playful but gentle nip here and there. Once in a while his whiskers softly tickle my face if I’m in a low mood and doze off on the sofa. He’s a good emotional support ghost rabbit.
I’m trying something out and I’m not entirely sure how it will be. Maybe this is the place for me to reset as I have felt weird online for so long and I want to feel sparks of curiosity again.
Maybe this is my quiet, older rebellion. I suspect it will be wildly inconsistent with evolving ideas, art and thoughts. All I know is I’m tired of algorithms, ads, owned platforms, and AI generated content. But I do like to fall down rabbit holes of new, repurposed and interesting ideas. I hope the ghost rabbit will stay by my side along the way.
