Diary of a Plague Year

We all know something is wrong with the reactionary climate of Internet culture; yet, we participate in it anyway, fanning the flames, breathing the fumes, of violent stupidity. The number of non-poisoned and poisonous places I can go online are vanishingly small. Certainly, the content of the blogging platform I’m writing for, the one you’re on right now, is unbelievably stupid. I have to first type this journal up on a typewriter just to get myself away from the distraction and depression of dumb shit, intellectually exploitative clickbait — otherwise I can’t write at all. On Twitter, the anachronistic culture…