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    That was just what I wanted, now I don't want it any more

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    I have been thinking about dreaming up a completely new text for a while now, even though the revisions of the old ones and distribution to the various Blogs will keep me busy for a while, the pipeline is filling up with the blood of my foams, everything has remained below my capabilities during the social media and webmaster activity for a Styrian NGO, still shaky okay, although unfortunately it proves once again that

    all these valuable organizations, clubs and community projects suffer from unrealistic carelessness and defend themselves compulsively. I know this dilemma from the time when I tried to make it clear to the esoteric, psychological and wellness sectors that the Internet and homepages are the future.

    My idea of getting back into consulting in these industries for digital marketing, social media management or modern web presences instead of throwing the good ones to the advertising wolves to be devoured at an overpriced price remains, but daily sighing is included.

    The sharp view is nevertheless still a cynical one and in the end everyone makes things as comfortable for themselves as possible, artists and social enterprises are dependent on the state and bureaucratic bureaucracy instead of acting innovatively.

    And on a smaller scale The way we have dealt with Covid has already shown what corner of the imagination my colleagues and superiors are fluttering away in. Of course, out of their listless disinterest, they will never read this slightly winking subordinate clause, because nobody is really interested in what the cheap labor thinks or does beyond the underpaid pleasure.

    They clearly care more about frogs and mayflies than about sponsored free employees. I know the same phenomenon from my time doing community service and the accidentally discovered black accounts of the then elderly care Clubs are a casual memory.

    HowEver

    I don't bother you anymore. I just had to stop smiling and grunting for a moment so as not to give the impression that I was being influenced by ethical concerns. I'm using this strange but development-rich year to fulfill various hopes. After finishing the home base, maybe even moving, traveling has become the focus of my catch-up efforts.

    But we have to accept that times are changing and the backpacker is becoming more and more dissatisfied and overwhelmed, the digital nomad is more of an illusion that has to act differently than in the hectic Interrail rally between time and other pressures.

    Basically, it's the writer and Blogger who will be left. I have no interest in stupid repetition of all the bullshit activities that the others are satisfied with. Content creators horror.

    Art is my life, sometimes sex and revolution too, but in the end I have no intention of burning up in activist burnout because the endless stupidity of people near and far is tearing my soul apart like a landmine. It's killing my nerves.

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