The diary

Somebody else stopped, too, and found nothing changed

Every second Tuesday, a man called Tom writes down what his week was actually like. What he stopped. What did not stop with it — the scanning, the rating, the private commentary that runs whether or not there is any porn left on the phone. And the parts he still cannot see.

Tom is not one particular man. He is written out of twenty years of listening to men describe the same pattern, and to the women living beside it.

He is not a success story. He is somewhere in the middle of it, which is where most people actually are when they start reading something like this.

The first entry is up now. A new one every second Tuesday after that. Free to read, nothing to sign up for.