I’ve been using Mastodon for a short while, and while I like it a lot more than Twitter, I find it a bit stifling in other ways. At this point, I’m not sure I’m going to continue with it.
Given the eager acquiescence of millennials to the all-online world, Generation X has a formidable responsibility to keep faith with reality. They are the last analog generation. Raised in a prerevolutionary moment technologically, they are children of paper, books, handshakes, body language, and eye contact. They learned—even if they didn’t always practice or appreciate them—the virtues of patience, self-control, and delayed gratification. They knew what it meant to be out of contact with someone they loved. Some of them—too few—learned how to fix an engine or wire a light fixture. Most remember how quiet things used to be; how easy it was to be alone.
Zero Hour for Generation X
When most people talk about why they write, it’s usually related to artistic expression or personal satisfaction. Some may have a specific message they want to convey or work as journalists to distribute important information. My reason for writing has nothing to do with any of that.