The kids are alright – grunge and bellbottoms remain relevant. Nirvana is cool again. Platforms are getting and staying weird, trust in tech is eroding. And we're returning to the comfort of blogs; the small web is a blanket and a good book on rainy Sunday afternoon. Sure, it's because of bad things. But catalysts move history. The internet is returning to refuge status. A place again to put oneself away.

This time, oddly, it's also a large part of what's pushing to the periphery.

So I'm back to writing here. Not just because of the state of the internet. Not because I want to return to whatever 'The Upholstered Apocalypse' was supposed to be. Just because I want the presence of mind that comes from reflection. You're along for the ride, and it'll be a good one.

I promise.

On that note, I'm working through some major changes that are requiring significant mental shifts. Documenting the journey should make for interesting reading. I won't always get it right. I'll contradict myself. Growth is messy. They say it's all about engagement, and well, I've got a hook or two.

Hubris. Fall. Climb.

"Stay tuned." I'd left that as a one-line index.html file on this domain for more than a decade. Glad you're still here; glad you've come.

Let's fucking go.