I'm going to try to write again
I don't understand what's happening. There's no blood going to it. I've never had to locate it before. I don't even know where to look.
Toby Ziegler
I’ve spent the last year producing literally no public or private writing.1 I also set fire to the old Substack on a particularly bad day. To people emailing for my addiction aesthetic post, I’m quite sorry — it’s lost forever.
I make no promises about output, or publishing schedules, quality, or theme. I don’t even make any promises that this Substack will last the week. I’m going to take this one word at a time.
This is not a welcome. It is an I might still be around in a week, maybe, hopefully.
1
With one exception: work required me to write the occasional report and op-ed.