I should be looking at the beautiful scenery on this walk. I check my phone every few minutes in case I missed a notification under the Do Not Disturb that keeps music flowing into my headphones. Closer to addiction than I'm comfortable. I am turning over the old trauma of reading about Justine Sacco, who made a dark humor joke about structural racism being fucked up, phrased it poorly on her way onto the plane, wasn't there to explain as Twitter tore her apart, found out her career was over when she landed 11 hours later. Some things lodge in your brain forever. Are you there to defend yourself? I am responding to Old Twitter apologists in my mentions telling me that microblogging isn't a structurally evil content format, and that long posts would ruin Mastodon. I am a bit sharp and bitter in my response. I check my notifications a minute later. I check my notifications a minute later. I check my notifications a minute later. I check my notifications a minute later.