Last time I took an extended break from the Internet, the only clue I left as to my whereabouts was a cryptic reference to the disappearance of Ambrose Bierce that could reasonably have been, and indeed was, interpreted as a suicide note. So, just to be clear: I have only killed my Twitter account. I’ll be back, maybe in a week, maybe in a month, but for the time being it’s too much of a distraction as I deal with trying to move my life from Nicaragua to Los Angeles. And while I’ve met a lot of beautiful souls on the Great Social Media Satan, all it takes is one disagreeable person in my “mentions” tab to sour me on life and so — since I don’t have any sage to burn — I think signing off is the best way to get rid of all that negative energy.
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