Exactly what the title says, with gems like "The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn’t".
Recent years haven't been kind to personal publishing online. Social media took over with its immediacy and mobile-friendly form. And, like many, I migrated to that world of short attention spans, updating my "status" with the odd link or comment while this site gathered digital dust in the background. But I've been feeling an increasing discomfort with the idea of creating content for these closed and often walled gardens…
