The Ink-Pot and the Palette

It's the lack of conversation that puts me off Tumblr. That, and the weird, kind of cracky, addictive feeling I get scrolling and scrolling. It's like a bad online game I keep going back to.

(I remember answering this comment while at the coast, but who the hell knows what happens with a mobile interface, an intermittent internet connection and a small screen?)

I'm not mentally capable of tracking separate gmail accounts, so I admire anyone who can. I just lazily let Our Google Overlords tell me the best way and I go along. I'll probably regret it someday. I'm kind of banking on the apocalypse coming first.