These days, I share that sentiment, but not about some cheating no-good ex. Well, not exactly. I feel that way about X or, rather, the website formerly known as Twitter.
I suppose it was always going to be this way, given how long I’ve been on the platform. I started posting anonymously in the fall of 2019, after hanging around—“lurking” as it’s known—for some time before that, thanks mainly to a poster by the name of “Bronze Age Pervert.”
My profile was initially called “Turning Point Gobëkli Tepe”—a reference to my firm belief that the Agricultural Revolution and its consequences have been a disaster for the human race—
