I guess it’s about time that I disclose that I, too, am resigning. Not from anything in particular. But just generally sort of resigning.

This has been a long time in coming, but I guess I would trace the origins of my resignation to my growing feelings of resignation lately.

Like some other writers, despite my complete and total freedom to say whatever I want, and the massive platform I enjoy to do so, truly an extraordinary privilege, I have felt hugely reined in and censored by imaginary creatures I’ve invented.

The situation has grown untenable.

I’m also disappointed that writing does not seem to be the effective tool I thought it was as an idealistic young man.

For example, I am against viruses. Has the virus listened?

A world that doesn’t listen to me sometimes is a world that censors me always. This I won’t brook.

I thought of alternatives to resigning. For example, I drafted an open letter, and almost sent it several times, but Gmail does not allow you to send an email with no recipient specified in the “To” form.

Another possibility I considered was re-signing, which sounds similar but is the opposite of resigning.

But I felt like my pout wouldn’t be audible enough if I didn’t quit big and quit hard.

I just want you to know that I did my research before concluding that this culture of censorship around me is truly dangerous and can only be beaten back by my resignation.

For example, I once read a book about Stalin. It was scary.

I’m going to take a few days to do self-care, which is something I probably once wrote a blog post critiquing other people for doing, but it’s water under the bridge, and I’m soon going to have some exciting news to share, about a new venture that I will also resign from someday.