The problem with “content” on all modern platforms, including Medium

I recently started drafting a book and am finding it helpful to look up my “content” on Medium.

I’ve written over five hundred stories on Medium since I started in October 2021.

I usually know what story I want to look up, but it’s often a struggle to locate it unless I remember the exact title — which often I don’t — and can search Medium. I can scroll, of course, and I do. I’m reminded of how much I’ve written. It’s quite an effort to scroll through hundreds of stories. Am I impressed with how productive and consistent I’ve been?

No.

I feel like it’s a fucking graveyard of bits and pieces that my brain burped out. It’s not that the quality is terrible, though often it is. It’s the graveyard feeling. For one thing, no one’s reading my old stuff, not that I want anyone to read what I wrote a year ago. Some of these stories look alien to me because I forgot I wrote them. Some look irrelevant. Some are good — that’s why I want to look them up in the first place — but they’re lost in the sea of “content”. Everything is disconnected. My stories are my life on the other hand. But they’re also like pieces of the puzzle that will never be put together.

I experience the same feelings about social media. Every now and then, Facebook shows me “Memories” — my posts from previous years. I used to post on Facebook more frequently in the past. Some memories are great. Others look awkward and irrelevant. They…