Nothing to see here folks—just another one-trick snowman.
—Mark Hutchins, Vandola
Hi. My name is Phil, and you’ve somehow stumbled onto my blog… or whatever you want to call this. It’s my little corner of the internet, and I’ll do what I like here. Some of it may be brilliant, but a lot of it isn’t, and that’s okay. Mostly, it’s just somewhere I can stow my thoughts, art, and other things I make to release the pressure in my mind.
Who am I?
Well, that’s one hell of a question. Let’s see…
I’m a father and a husband, a writer, and an artist. I am a man of many talents and a master of none. I am a bad Buddhist, a good hedonist, a passible utilitarian, and a conscientious vegan. I am a liver of life, and unabashed lover of humanity, and a passionate pursuer of truth and beauty. I am deeply flawed, painfully honest, and a consumate liar. In short, I am just another person with thoughts and feelings and a deep-seeded need to express myself, even if no one is listening.
I am shouting into the void.
So, What’s the Point?
I created this blog to keep myself honest; to share my thoughts, but to share them unfiltered and uncensored. This is me beneath the skin and totally exposed. If I lie here, it’s to entertain, not to hide anything from you or from me. The funny thing is that I’m doing this in a way that poses almost no risk: I’m hiding my true self in full view on the internet, where no one will look. That’s the point, right?
It’s not a cold world, it’s just a world full of people living their own lives. We’re all the star of our own show; the main character; the protagonist. Who has time for anyone else? In the information-overload age, Dunbar’s number is an ever decreasing factor. People become faceless as clickbait headlines and sensationalist, bitesized media takes the place of real people.
It used to be that a person could be murdered on the street or run over and people would be shocked when no one stopped to help. Now we burry painful facts from daily school shootings to the ecological destruction caused by unsustainable food production and the “need” for the Earth’s dwindling natural resources. Who has time for anyone else?
But that’s okay. Everything will be okay. We live in a fairytale world where you can share your innermost thoughts—bare your soul on Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, whatever, and remain totally immune to scrutiny. In all likelihood, no one will give a damn, and that’s not such a bad thing.
We all deserve a pillow to scream into or an anechoic chamber to vent our frustrations, so why not do it where someone might take notice? This isn’t a test; this isn’t a joke—it’s the most genuine dissimulation of all—being human for all the world to see.
This is shouting into the void.