You know, you could blow through The Daily Clot in its entirety rather quickly, if you really wanted to. It’d probably take less than 5 straight hours of reading, realistically.
It’s funny, though—I don’t think The Daily Clot can really be binged “successfully.” I don’t think that one massive read-through could possibly depict the actual passage of time.
A lot has happened in 169 days of posts. That’s almost 6 months of my life, documented into a website for the world to analyze (or, rather, for people to peak at once out of curiosity before getting bored and leaving the site forever, which is more likely, if we’re being totally honest).
Personally, I’ve never once read all of The Daily Clot posts straight through, and I’m not sure that I ever will.
If you were to ready all 169 posts in a row, I think the experience might be a bit paradoxical. At the start of The Daily Clot, I was in a different place than I am now. Forcing yourself to write something every day, even when you’re not in the mood to write anything at all, results in some wildly conflicting ideas. Some days, the posts are uplifting and happy; other days, the posts take a hard look at the reality of life, occasionally expressing a rather pessimistic attitude towards it.
Due to the fact that I’ve written a post every single day since its inception, The Daily Clot, I believe, is naturally intended to be a slow burn.
It isn’t a novel with a beginning, middle, and end. It’s more of an ongoing documentation of my thoughts and ideas.
As time goes on, various elements outside of ourselves slightly tweak the way we think, forcing us to develop and expand our minds.
Because of this, The Daily Clot is, in its very nature, essentially a manifestation of the passage of time and the development of the human mind.
In a way, The Daily Clot is a written recording of my personal development (whether positive or negative—I’m not sure if we’ll ever be able to determine whether we’re really becoming better or worse as individuals).
I certainly hope that The Daily Clot will end up being a documentation of my meteoric rise to success (whatever that may entail—as long as I don’t end up homeless, I’m calling it a personal success).
Time will tell, and only time will tell.
Yeah, you thought there’d be some joke at the end of this post, didn’t you? Nope, that’s all I got for you.
“Oh no, there’s no way he could write a completely sentimental post without making some big joke out of it at the end to negate everything he wrote beforehand, right? Mike is not a serious guy. He just makes jokes. He’s just a jokester! A fool!”
Well, guess what.
Screw you.
Until next time,
Michael J. Erickson, CEO & Co-Founder
