But I must reply… heart too full after reading your words to stay silent. Thank you. And I’m not ending all contact with the online world: have been enjoying just playing and reading on Bluesky this last fornight - reposting old rook photos and my collecting tins, admiring people’s photos of pylons, trains, all the visual things that excite my eye. Reading other people’s essays too, but free over there of the algorithms that (for me) on here and most other online meeting places keep taking me away from the quietly observant and funny folk I want to be among. So I’m hoping you and others from here will also be over there sharing glimpses of where and how you do the days. It’s only my costume of a certain kind of writer in the world that I’ve taken off, literally (apron and headscarves now in a box under my bed) and as an identity. Time to read more than I write; listen more than I talk!
Really am touched by what you’ve written. Thank you xx
But I must reply… heart too full after reading your words to stay silent. Thank you. And I’m not ending all contact with the online world: have been enjoying just playing and reading on Bluesky this last fornight - reposting old rook photos and my collecting tins, admiring people’s photos of pylons, trains, all the visual things that excite my eye. Reading other people’s essays too, but free over there of the algorithms that (for me) on here and most other online meeting places keep taking me away from the quietly observant and funny folk I want to be among. So I’m hoping you and others from here will also be over there sharing glimpses of where and how you do the days. It’s only my costume of a certain kind of writer in the world that I’ve taken off, literally (apron and headscarves now in a box under my bed) and as an identity. Time to read more than I write; listen more than I talk!
Really am touched by what you’ve written. Thank you xx