Feeling underwelmed and overwhelmed

My microblog feed has me beaten. Again. As always.

Either there is nothing going on, it's full of vapid dullery, or my threads explode because the feed is so thin that even I manage to trend.

Imagine how thin the feed needs to be, for that to happen. So very thin.

And then everyone is mildly horrified at my verbosity and earnestness, and the threads are mostly calls for me to use Simple English and focus on reminding everyone to stack sats and eat more chunks of charred, dead animal.

It really isn't for me, is it? Especially, not from this npub. This npub is so very much me.

I need something more intense, academic, philosphical, artistic, deep. Something that isn't competing for attention with half-naked men, promises of payment, and c-list celebrities.

I need longform.

I drifted away from it, when the online editors all began to decay, but I have heard rumors that #Habla is making a comeback, #DecentNewsroom is in active development, and I can always rely on my trusty #Alexandria universal editor. (That I am writing this on, using my cell phone.)

I think I shall remove myself from the forefront of the microblogging wars, and focus on creating art and information, through articles, highlights, and pins.

Perhaps someone will see it. Of course. I will see it.