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My
time
on
blather
,
in
the
past
,
had
impacted
my
experience
of
creative
writing
towards
a
very
strange
outcome
.
I
could
no
longer
write
poetry
or
truly
enjoy
writing
without
being
on
blather
.
Life
changed
course
and
I
saw
blather
as
a
toxic
environment
for
me
to
spend
time
.
I
wanted
freedom
from
being
tied
to
a
platform
where
people
would
see
what
I
write
.
Then
I
came
up
with
a
plan
.
I
will
just
make
my
own
private
blather
.
Change
the
background
color
to
dark
blue
with
a
light
blue
font
.
It
didn’t
have
to
be
exact
.
Just
close
.
This
worked
perfectly
.
Until
I
wasn’t
writing
anything
.
The
time
and
space
between
the
world
of
blather
and
my
current
life
didn’t
allow
anything
extravagant
to
be
written
.
But
it
lingered
in
my
mind
and
I
returned
not
long
ago
.
Blather
wasn’t
obsolete
,
but
something
that
needed
to
exist
to
keep
technology
from
removing
what
is
truly
human
about
us
.
This
time
I
’m
wearing
a
purple
dress
and
my
eyes
aren’t
as
sharp
.
The
light
blue
fades
into
the
darker
blue
.
I
changed
the
font
to
white
.
The
contrast
energizes
me
while
still
feeling
familiar
.
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Where
words
stop
is
the
edge
,
where
we
revert
to
being
monsters
, conjured
in
someone
else's
imagination
.
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