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2025 - Postcard from Fancy Gap, VA

Hi Friend!

It's a new year, and I spent too much of last year on the hellscape that is social media. Despite the barriers I've put in place to keep myself from doom-scrolling into oblivion (not having TikTok or Instagram downloaded on my phone), I've still found myself sucked into the ragebait attention-whore mess that is current social media platforms, but it wasn't always this way.

Once upon a time, I wasn't allowed to have social media (thanks, Mom and Dad, for sparing my pre pubescent psyche), but I was allowed to have an email, and even more importantly, a blog. I LOVED blogging. Mine was mostly a writer's blog, and I'd share what I was reading or whatever god-awful short story I was writing at the time. Mostly only my close friends knew about it; the blog was so obscure that not even the most dedicated internet hater could come across it. However, at fourteen, I crossed over the threshold of social media and into Instagram, where I've resided for the past 9 years. 

(me as a teen w/a mustache)

As much as I love using Instagram to follow my friends, cool artists, or just share my work, short-form content has rotted it from the inside out, turning a once fun platform into a mind frick. 

So, I'm rebelling against weird bro Suckerburg and his AI army. 

No more Instagram (mostly). But I still wanted a place to share photos/art/poetry/music/(life?) with the people I care about, hence my return to my blogging roots (for real this time, I know I attempted to do this a while back, but I was taking it too seriously, so I failed). 

Blogging is fun because you can about do whatever you want on the page. Longform writing or poetry? Check. Photos? Check. Embedded videos? Check. 

This is an exercise in exploration, and I'm not going to take it very seriously either (perfectionism is a disease). The intention is to have fun, and hopefully y'all will have fun too. 

Alright, that's all.

Farewell!

Mary W. 

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