Archive
Eighteen years, and long gaps in it. The gaps are the honest part — 2013 has nothing in it at all and 2019 has one entry.
| Year | Pieces | Note |
|---|---|---|
| 2008 | 14 | The first year, and the loudest. I'd write most of it differently now |
| 2009–2011 | 31 | Steady. The walking essays start here |
| 2012 | 9 | — |
| 2013 | 0 | A bad year. Nothing written, nothing to add |
| 2014–2016 | 22 | Slower and, I think, better |
| 2017–2018 | 11 | — |
| 2019 | 1 | — |
| 2020–2022 | 19 | Everyone had opinions about isolation that year. I kept mine short |
| 2023–2024 | 12 | — |
| 2025–2026 | 8 | Current |
What I've taken down
Four pieces, all from 2008 and 2009, that described methods or went into detail I now think was irresponsible to publish. I don't restore them and I won't send them to anyone who asks. Everything else stays up, including the writing I find embarrassing, because a tidied archive would misrepresent what eighteen years of this actually looked like.
Why the gaps stay visible
A blog about low mood with no gaps in it would be a strange artefact. The empty years are part of the record.
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