I don’t write to indoctrinate or change anybody’s mind. Writing has been a regular practice since 2011 to help me recover from mental trauma and mental illness. Writing can really upset people, it can inspire people, it is a powerful tool. What I try to keep in mind is my physical reality. I can’t really express that in words, reality is mind numbingly complex. Writing to me is important to me because it is so hard to unearth what I really want to get at.
A lot of my writing, at least to me, seems fruitless. Only in that I thought I had something clear to say and it seems obscured by the words that are supposed to describe it. Or it seems slightly obscured, maybe it might hit the target but people will do what they wish with things. I know that I have been misunderstood on a few occasions. Something I said that rings true is words can be like water on parched soil. At least thorns can grow if anything.
If nothing grows then so be it (nullification), if thorns do grow (misunderstandings) then at least something lives. I just don’t want to step into the thorns. The world I see at times is far from a human world, it is a supply chain, warehouse, decrepit walled, cars speeding up small lanes and a place of monotony. Then I see the beach, the ocean, the waves and a world fragmented into so many expensive parts. Writing though has helped me organise my own mind, I am not just sweeping things under the carpet at least.
derekjamescarter 
Yes, its so funny that someone might read your musings and immeadiatley reproach you as though you had slighted them somehow. Its the age of the pronoun. The me mine I. Selfish post-modern idiots contracting and contorting to fit the current cycle of nonsense with a memory like a goldfish and completely unconcerned with the questionable origins of what they struggle violently to “normalize” or even question the source of their current personal beliefs i.e. “convictions” given to them by the simplest NLP vector.
Its a scary time to be alive, I think for me its a Naked Lunch exactly as William Burroughs described it. I’ve never felt so alive though, and have had so many of those whistfull questions you put to the universe with no hope of answer, answered.