sometimes i wonder how many versions of myself i’ve outgrown without even noticing. i look back at old photos and remember the thoughts i used to carry, the dreams i thought would save me. it’s strange how you can live inside yourself every day and still not realize you’re evolving. it’s only when you look back that you realize how far you’ve come, how many lives you’ve already lived in the same skin.
You made it, you own it
You always own your intellectual property, mailing list, and subscriber payments. With full editorial control and no gatekeepers, you can do the work you most believe in.
Skepticism is a must.
The level of propaganda at times approaches comedy. The round little old lady with the well quaffed white hair in her glittering gold coat laying on her stomach practicing her rifle skills made me wonder who would help her get up after the photo shoot. Absurd propaganda such as this destroys belief and invites skepticism. The actual horrors of war are muted by propaganda as absurd as this.