The point is that I desperately miss shouting into the void—and the void not shouting back with health powder sales pitches, nazi memorabilia, and World Star videos.
The point is I have entirely too many thoughts to keep to myself when maybe someone can actually do something with one of them.
The point is that I want to complain or exclaim about technology, diabetes, business, civil engineering, or croissants without driving those around me even deeper into madness (author included).
The point is that I have a place to call my own, a place to have meaningful dialogue about the meaningless, an outlet.
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