Cutting through the Noise

Tomorrow it will be five weeks since I left Facebook.

I’m still alive.

I barely recognize myself.

My cage of choice is much smaller than the previous version. But now the decor is more to my taste, and I am in full control of who I choose to allow to occupy it with me. If I haven’t expressly invited you, then please, by all means, request entry, so long as you come prepared to hold up your end of our connection. I have all the ingredients to make cookies, and if you want to eat them, you’ll need to come bake them with me. I’m not…