“Last stop before Verisum, found this thing leaning up against a wall like it was waiting for me. Couldn’t figure out how to use it so I asked our guide to try it out ’cause I figure he’s seen one of two of these things. First trigger pull and those keys sang colors you wouldn’t believe you could ever see. Hasn’t left my side since.”– A man wishing to remain anonymous.
If you’re a friend of mine you’ll have seen the Instagram page. I’m getting off that wagon after, what, 2 years of on and off use. Only ever used it for my art, so I figure why would I let Facebook have the pleasure of hosting my content? I have a whole ass website for that purpose, Discord for community, and texting for everything else.
That and the increasing radicalization over this last year has led to me solidifying some of my beliefs, and this move away back from Instagram to the website is one of those applications of theory.
So hi, hello, the world is a much different place. A lot worse in some ways, but a lot better in a couple of others, like me! Some things refined, some things distilled, and we’re coming out stronger. Remember Year V’s announcement? Yeah, I hope not. That began 2020.
We don’t measure that kind of time in RRC, though, so we can pick and choose as much as we want of what good has happened.
So as of right now, there is no plan for this website, and that’s the way it’s gotta be. And now that I’m out of options to be lazy when it comes to art, it’s time to properly foster the use of this outlet. The world is returning to newsletters and blogs, and I’m thanking my lucky stars that that era wasn’t one I missed out on. I caught it right on time.
Expect more, expect better. I’m glad I’ve seen a couple of regular visitors going through some of the old news segments and I think that’s pretty cool. I used to have a sizable following for a blog like this and if you’ve stuck around then you must be in for this surprise.
No more other platforms. No more leaving it up to YouTube compression or relying on the algorithm gods of Instagram. Fuck them.
We’re right here, right now, and it’s Year VI at Radio Reality City. I own this.
Consume Reality! Radio Reality City!