Microblogging Update I

11 Feb, 2026

When it comes to these sorts of things, I always tend to admit that they exist for a purpose. I cannot simply have something that does nothing, that's why I'd rather abandon something entirely that have it lying somewhere doing nothing. This is not an update to say that I am deleting these blogs, these are great, they serve a particular niche for text that would usually go to the now defunct "Thoughts" section of my website. But now I have even more things to do and places to post, and I even had the idea to add more (I may be going crazy). The funny part is: I think these blogs are rather long, they really don't do the "micro" in the title any justice. Of course, there are shorter posts, but in general they tend to be rather long. As my output increases and ways to create also follows the same trend, I feel like some places will see more action than others, and so, I decided to make this banal update post just talking about random things.

It is hard to speak of plans for me. It is hard to speak of objectives as well. If I were to say something like "my idea is to explore new ways of thought", that would be just a big lie, perhaps at some point I may believe myself to be doing a thing or another, but I'll find it to be wrong in the long run; that is to say, I'll find my ideal or reason to not be appropriate to my actions. So there is no point in speaking in vague terms since I'll regret ever having said a word. There are people who speak in very beautiful floresque¹ language. Even when they are writing something that is not fiction. I think that's very commendable, and it is always nice to read. If I had to imagine what it is, then I'd say that is what one would call "Good Writing" and it is very tied to vagueness. I don't mind being vague, in fact, I think that's where the beauty of text resides, not in what has been written but in that which has not and yet is as part of the text as any other fragment that composes it. Just as anything, I may regret expressing that sentiment.

I don't have and extensive vocabulary, and sometimes I see people that write as if every word came from a thesaurus. When I read Beckett for the first time, I came to realize that there is beauty in simply stating what you see, even the most trite or emotionless thing can be displayed beautifully if expressed as such. You can make the act of looking at the passing of time, the moving of the astral bodies amidst the mundanity of four walls and a ceiling; through the gap that serves as a window, to feel like the most grandiose act in human existence. And while Beckett does have a good catalogue of vocabulary, I feel like the beauty he expresses is not in the specific language but the fact that it is the result of acute awareness, and a skill to display such awareness in humorous or pensive light — but to say what "light" they exist under, that's going too far; yes, I was out of place. The luminaries that shade our view are but ours, at the end of the day, and perhaps you find all of this talk rather boring, and perhaps you find Beckett's beauty to be somewhere I cannot perceive or in a place I cannot reach, or perhaps you do not find beauty in his work, and that's a shame... a shame.

I hope one day my world can be as beautiful. Of course, when I speak of world I speak of language. I feel like there is some great beauty that I can exercise in nonsense. Lately I've been absorbed by nonsense, and I'm having a hard time expressing beauty without it. I decided to start reading the Manifesto of Surrealism by André Breton, as the surrealist are the closest (next being the Dadaist) to my current ideals for writing. And when it comes to art, in general, do not ask... I do not know. I've been called a "post-modernist grifter" — I'm not making any money, so I don't know what my grift is exactly, but I'll accept as many tags and classifications as possible, so long as they are sensible.

That should be it for this update. I want to make more things, that's all I want. I must expand my castle — For I have access to the Internet, and thus I am owed the world!