Fading to frail, any hammering away at the daily contention just serves as another nail. My bespoke battles behind me, now I front porch retreat to coffin cough some cigarette smoke and let events of the day blow over.
In deactivating my Facebook account, I was following no herd nor responding to any attack of viral vapors. It was simply the right thing to do. And given the recent news of the platform’s business model, necessary.
And it fits my strategic plan to cut back and cull my communal web activities. It’s time to stop with the top down feeds and feel free to bottom up some semi-private closing thoughts.
The dirty little secret of Top Down Feeds is while aiming to provide click-bait parity, gaming the platform eventual rewards parody. Hence the roll call of pseudo post; not unlike this old man’s pout.