This post almost broke my blog.
I’ll confess, I’ve long since run out of prewritten content, so now this site just idles between updates. Looking back, I could have bought myself some time by publishing my earlier stuff at a slower rate, but I thought my blog would gain more traction if I appeared to be a frequent poster.
Algorithms are fickle things, though—so fickle, in fact, that I actually got more traffic after months of inactivity than I did during some periods when I was trying to steer people here. My dive into Curly Howard’s proto-moonwalk appears to be the most favored by search engines (probably because it doesn’t contain swearing, trash talk about AI, or summaries of movie scenes involving graphic human dismemberment).
But I digress. It’s time to discuss the biography of Louis Wain that took 7 years for the author to research, and what felt like 7 years for me to read.
I love cats and I love art. I should have loved Catland.
Why, then, did I struggle so monumentally just to finish it?
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