Kitsune

I’m gonna start by talking about technology a little bit. This is not the first blog I’ve written for today. That blog may or may not one day magically pop up. It is uploading. It has been uploading all day.

WordPress decided to call itself Jetpack and it still sucks ass. I guess Hermes had to do the same when it became synonymous with bad delivery – “We’ve left it in the bin outside your home”. Now it’s Evri, as in “Evri parcel gets kicked into the river”.

I dropped my phone. Just a little drop but the kami are fucking with my love of technology. The screen went bananas. Hundreds of pounds to fix, even in Osaka. I’m glad it’s fixed but that was all day.

I wrote my blog on iPad instead and then scheduled it. It has been uploading for the last twelve hours and more. It’ll never publish. I had to download Jetpack for iPad. One would associate a “jet pack” with speed, but unfortunately it seems my blog was under the flame of said jetpack. My blog is gone. I think it might be prioritising loading up 5 years of daily blogs and all the photos I’ve ever posted into my iPad memory before it lets me post the single one I tried to expedite. If so I’m immediately deleting it when it starts working.

It sucks. Jetpack for iPad sucks. App. The Jetpack app for iPad is absolutely slow #rubbish. Oh and since I’ve tried to fish for hits, WordPress is far far far too expensive for the rare fish of a blogger that isn’t putting on adverts and lying to you about what they like for marketing purposes. Go on, tiny fish for jetpack – escalate this.

My blog loss today though, maybe it wasn’t just Jetpack being the epidemic of explosive poo I’ve come to know it to be despite my annual subs. Maybe it was also about the mischievous kami in this area, who don’t want me posting photos and details of a tiny but extremely powerful shrine that is sufficiently far from Osaka and Kyoto as to be mostly silent. I love the kitsune whose land I’m currently sleeping on. But the thing with spirits is they know us on a more fundamental level than this life we are hallucinating. We have forgotten too much as we go from this one to this one. They have to be eternal, outside of the idea of time. The rules are different. I wrote about the shrine, and might have encouraged more footfall. Maybe one day jetpack will publish it, just as Hermes might deliver that thing in the end. Chances are it’s in the bin. And if it never publishes then insha’Kitsune. Here’s the thing I’ve written instead.