I hate sellin’ junk, but I really oughta. 
Selling icons, selling content, selling myslf. I oughta do it more, I gotta do it more, but I don’t really want to. Mosly I want to be left alone. I’m pretty tired of being talked to by people, and I’m just as tired of talking to other people. I don’t think that communication is a real valid path to understanding, not for me, not right now, maybe not anymore.  

But still in my head I’ve got the notion of making a youtube channel or a podcast or a brand. Which is just a stupid-ass soap box to shout nonsense at people who really have a lot better things to do than listen to me.  I guess if I’m to have any success at all I’d better begin believing that they don’t have anything better to do than listen to me, or at least, I had better stop caring, or at least I had better make the content anyways. 

Making content seems to be our present and our future. It’s better than making junk people don’t need. There’s a footprint to consuming content, that’s for sure, but it’s not nearly as large as buying another belt or a chair or some other stupid thing.

I wouldn’t mind another pair of black pants.