Yesterday, I wrote a short story, revised it,
 published somewhere online and deleted it one
 hour later.  I did enjoy writing it and even
 felt great at clicking that submit button. Yet,
 soon afterwards I grew increasingly restless.
 It is a fantasy story, one which deals with
 the power of fantasy. A meta-fantasy if you
 forgive me the use of a pretentious term. To
 summarize: as a boy is inducted into slavery,
 he fantasizes his future away, playing it in
 an overly optimistic light, or lie, even. So
 I could expand on fantasy as an escape, bothe
 necessary at times as a relief from reality,
 but counter-productive at other times.
 
 Yet, there's this issue with the concept of
 slavery in popular fiction: it's asociated with
 eroticism, in varying degrees of fineese.
 Furthermore, the big platforms these days are
 patrolled by guardian AI bots.  That's a bit
 of a concern, though not so much, I hadn't
 published anything on the account I used.  What
 really got me bugged up was the chance of
 somebody reading it hoping to find something
 that wasn't there, a message that I didn't want
 to convey.  I don't know, it felt a bit as if
 somebody would come there to "abuse" my story?
 Can that be even done?  Will have I felt
 something?  Probably not, unless they chose to
 comment.
 
 I might be closer to understand those writers
 that have their verses burned down at the time
 of their deaths.  Some writings might be a
 polsihed form of personal thinking.  You don't
 need to fear censorship or disdain to keep them
 to yourself.  There might be an element of that
 in this piece... but, fundamentally, it might
 be that I'm just too wary of big platforms.
 I don't know, I might end up posting my small
 things on gopher, I'll give a thought to that.
 At least I've been able to speak about it right
 here.
 
 2025-06-20 10:43:29