Are we reading allat?

  For almost a decade, it felt as though as blogging was on the edge of dying.
Maybe it died, maybe not, I choose not to care; but we can all agree that it's not the favorite medium at this time.
Reading a text longer than a 3 lines caption feels like a quest, the time to sit and process your thoughts is a luxury good. I see fearmongering tiktoks about "European people sending 6 hours voice messages instead of typing" (I'm European and I do all of the above, I regret NOTHING), not to mention the staple "NOT READING ALLAT", the supreme move.
Which is true: most of the times, we ain't reading allat.

   Too many words are being said, too many messages are being spread, too many alarms beeping, too many small happenings trying to catch our attention: we're at once fed up, intoxicated and numb to informations.
There's a fire that moves me, though, the core of it all - that’s the reason why I learn new languages and own social media accounts, watch vlogs and interviews, retrieve some nieche biographies and, in fact, enjoy blogs: to mind other people’s business. My insatiable compulsion is to look into the others' lives and the motive is not even that deep: reality is more sapid than fiction. Maybe, just for the mere fact that it's real. And what about the opportunity to turn your own thoughts into a novel, only truer than truth? So seductive.

  As I type today, I'm sitting at my desk. I'm on the clock, there's clearly nothing much to do lately but I'm pretending to be painstakingly filling in a wire transfer request anyway (how much does it take to fix just 3 vendors?) ... see how many things have changed in 10 years? Got a job, got the money, my dream to work in an office wearing vintage Prada sandals and midi skirts slowly came to life; what also came to life, is a white strand of hair. I tried plucking it, she's 6 or 7 years old now, still there, still white and looking like nylon fishing line.
Full disclosure, my current job and the white strand are not directly connected; they have a common denominator, though, which you'll maybe find out one day reading these pages...
Keep minding my business!

- Ptaszynka