I am conflicted. I realize that we all suck, that there’s always someone more pretentious, more knowledgeable, wittier, sharper, all that. There’s always a bigger fish.
And yet, I need an outlet. I will throw stuff at the wall. I expect none of it to stick.
It’s like the Dread Pirate Roberts said to Wesley: “Good night, good work, I’ll most likely kill you in the morning.” I’ll probably stop posting tomorrow. Or maybe the day after that.