“Nobody loves me, it’s true” said my shell to my shadow
and the joke’s on me
Oh well.
My pointless existence both in life and on social media was writ large once more yesterday as I released my thoughts on the latest Joker movie and I received the following underwhelming response:
SUBSTACK — One “like” (ONE!)
MEDIUM — Fuck all
TWITTER — Fuck all
INSTAGRAM — Fuck all
FACEBOOK — Fuck all
Makes it all worthwhile doesn’t it?
It matters not what I write about or how professional I present my thoughts. The above (lack of) numbers represent the exact response to anything (and everything) I post.
Makes it all worthwhile doesn’t it?
Joker: Folie à Deux (2024)
A prison klaxon sounds as the camera settles on the smiling angel eagerly awaiting the bitter and broken man to sit on the opposite side of the glass partition. He sits quietly with a slight smirk of recognition. The colour palette of the scene…
This is the part where I normally “thank you for reading” but that seems more and more redundant with each passing breath. Similarly, here’s a book I lovingly put together and apart from an anonymous person (and who could blame them?) nobody buys and nobody ever fucking will.
Makes it all worthwhile doesn’t it?
"Tales I Tell Myself" - link to Amazon