I remember when the internet was a place of excitement and freedom and possibility.
You could escape the small town and explore, share your passions, find new ones, meet the kind of people you imagined only lived between the pages of books.
I made friends for life back then, girls who became women all over the world.
I got to meet many of them in person, mostly when I was on tour with my band.
People who’d only been names on a screen up until then, in the flesh.
People who felt like family although technically they were strangers, who let us sleep on their floors and talk to their pets.
The internet feels different to me now. Suffocating and stressful. What was once a place of escape, where I felt that I could be more “me” than in the “real world” has been a symbol of the opposite for some time. There are no mysteries. Everybody can be found within a few clicks. It’s a world of aggression, not inspiration.
I used to write all the time, but even though it was something that I enjoyed and was beneficial to me, hypnotic, I stopped. One of the reasons, I think, is that being constantly visible to everybody in your life can stifle creativity and self expression.
And I’m tired.
I’m cutting out anything that I feel is negative. Or wasting my time - my time is precious.
I am trusting my intuition and doing what I need to do as a person, not what I think I should do as a self-employed creative.
I know there are small pockets of magic left. I will find them and ignore the rest.
So here we go. Dust Magic II.
Last night I dreamt of Montana;
wide open horizon, fresh cool breeze,
all I could hear was the grass.