Another beautiful post from the attention activist jayvidya. This is the spirit of Readup in action. Between writer and reader, magic happens. Just like the concept of faith, it's impossible to describe. It can only be felt. So much of the internet is noise, but Jay's post are a beacon of clarity. They remind me that writing is art, and art is life. ("Blissfully ignorant babies, high on cupcakes." "Unexpected April snowfall." Fuck. Yes.)
Whenever I read Jay, I feel like I just got a little piece of his heart. There's nothing self-promotional about this stuff. His writing is best when he doesn't even pretend to have answers.
Sometimes he says distracting/extra stuff that I think misses the point. Like: "Viral videos depict people defying physical distancing recommendations in acts of blunt, brainwashed miseducation." (By the way, I'm pretty sure I do the exact same thing when I write.) But, Jay's writing reminds me that it doesn't matter, because, overall, the message is crystal clear. The message is his mind.
Jay and I are on the same battlefield, fighting a similar fight. And even using some of the same tools and tactics. It's really hard for brains and hearts to connect through the black mirror. In a world of fake, the bravest thing a person can do is be real.
Writing like this takes time. And soul. The expression "blood, sweat and tears," comes to mind. I like that Jay doesn't pretend like any of this is easy. It's not. In an era of likes and followers, Jay is one of the only people I know who seems to sit down at his computer and think, "If I can hit just one or two people, I'm okay with that." It's a blessing and a curse. But mostly a blessing.
I'm not going to miss any more of his posts. (If I don't have time to read this stuff, what do I have time for? What even is time?) Reading Jay makes my life make more sense. Period. Sometimes it's subtle. But sometimes, like this one, it hits me like a torpedo. Don't you dare stop writing Jay, or I'll send you angry hate mail forever. :)
YES. I'm glad to hear that. Onwards indeed! I'm still trucking along, it gets easier every day (so far), I'm interested to see what happens at day 21, that was my longest streak so far. I'm going to kick its butt this time...
YES!!
Another beautiful post from the attention activist jayvidya. This is the spirit of Readup in action. Between writer and reader, magic happens. Just like the concept of faith, it's impossible to describe. It can only be felt. So much of the internet is noise, but Jay's post are a beacon of clarity. They remind me that writing is art, and art is life. ("Blissfully ignorant babies, high on cupcakes." "Unexpected April snowfall." Fuck. Yes.)
Whenever I read Jay, I feel like I just got a little piece of his heart. There's nothing self-promotional about this stuff. His writing is best when he doesn't even pretend to have answers.
Sometimes he says distracting/extra stuff that I think misses the point. Like: "Viral videos depict people defying physical distancing recommendations in acts of blunt, brainwashed miseducation." (By the way, I'm pretty sure I do the exact same thing when I write.) But, Jay's writing reminds me that it doesn't matter, because, overall, the message is crystal clear. The message is his mind.
Jay and I are on the same battlefield, fighting a similar fight. And even using some of the same tools and tactics. It's really hard for brains and hearts to connect through the black mirror. In a world of fake, the bravest thing a person can do is be real.
Writing like this takes time. And soul. The expression "blood, sweat and tears," comes to mind. I like that Jay doesn't pretend like any of this is easy. It's not. In an era of likes and followers, Jay is one of the only people I know who seems to sit down at his computer and think, "If I can hit just one or two people, I'm okay with that." It's a blessing and a curse. But mostly a blessing.
I'm not going to miss any more of his posts. (If I don't have time to read this stuff, what do I have time for? What even is time?) Reading Jay makes my life make more sense. Period. Sometimes it's subtle. But sometimes, like this one, it hits me like a torpedo. Don't you dare stop writing Jay, or I'll send you angry hate mail forever. :)
Reading this comment was at least as good as reading the article.
Time is what we make it! But we are often made by habit, impulse or circumstance. So maybe those things make time too.
this is fantastic, and what a mantra:
V relatable.
Obv. Thought about you when I read this. We must keep going.
YES. I'm glad to hear that. Onwards indeed! I'm still trucking along, it gets easier every day (so far), I'm interested to see what happens at day 21, that was my longest streak so far. I'm going to kick its butt this time...