Unhinged
My logs need to become much more unhinged. I should hold back nothing and write from the perspective of death, as if every moment is fragile and fleeting and if you don’t speak honestly, in full force, with damning truth and judgement and acceptance, revealing all, then I'm betraying my own soul. The dead don’t check their metrics. The dead don’t hold grudges. If your main imperative is anything other than rendering your own consciousness, then you don’t see through the illusion of time. If you write for what you think the Substack Notes crowd wants to hear, then you are polluting your post-death corpus with drivelous digital small talk.