I press the ‘write’ button haphazardly, the thought of spending an hour on a ramble which is below an innate desired standard is almost enough to stop me from beginning. Another article to add to the pages of drafts which this site saves and I will never finish. This could be a familiar trope, I write something self-effacing which bleeds into ultra-personal. However I’m looking to address the key issues which Mr Hummels has faced.  The three issues which have plagued Mr Hummels; Mr Hummels lesser alter ego, Mr Hummels expected proliferation as a dot.com and the next stage of Mr Hummels.

Mr Hummels’ Alter-Ego
When Mr Hummels isn’t posting stuff which no-one reads, he masquerades as a Masters student in the City of London. It could be said that the fullness with which Mr Hummels lives his other life undermines who Mr Hummels is in the first place. This persona on grata has been studying Political and Social theory and living out his days in central London. Mr Hummels follows him like the insidious programming in your telephone. While we cannot underplay the difference between the unnamed entity and Mr Hummels, they are remarkably similar. Both are straight, white, Scottish males around 6ft 2 in. Mr Hummels has remarked previously that he chose the alter-ego specifically, hiding in plain sight. There is one giveaway feature, this alter-ego will almost certainly be wearing a certain model of a certain shoe. The castle-rock, slimmer stadil low by Hummel. While the demands of alter-ego life are demanding, Mr Hummels lives and is preparing himself for the next chapter. He’s been gone for a while but has returned, a hibernation of sorts.

Mr Hummels Proliferation as a dot.com
Owing to a mix of fortunes, Mr Hummels has reached its next step – securing its future as a dot.com. This was always the goal and has been celebrated with several months of  unproductive inactivity. This inactivity has been questioned by key stakeholders who suggest that it is counter-productive to start paying for a website you don’t use. This has been duly acknowledged by Mr Hummels and the current post will hopefully resolve these issues. The dot.com format had paralyzed the creative limbs, however rigorous physiotherapy has regained full motor control. The circumstances mentioned above involve a family bereavement. This bereavement occurred some time ago however there have been financial implications which have allowed Mr Hummels to become a dot.com. Moreover, this has allowed Mr Hummels to live out his fantasies of assuming a dual identity which studies expensive and difficult degrees in London. While this has been liberating on one front – reaching the goal of the dot.com promised land – it has been inhibiting in that this dualism has been almost all consuming.

The Next Stage of Mr Hummels
As per above, the goal has always been to become a dot.com. The next stage however, is more contentious. Mr Hummels has courted offers from the bog boys. Equally Mr Hummels could be a little dirty, and could call for submissions? But, where would that leave Mr Hummels?! The untitled drafts, or unnamed dead, have swilled over a combination of these issues; the quality of my posts, the possibility of sharing this platform and the obvious problem with the platform. The concept of this blog-cum-zine has been anonymous musings on certain times, places and things. To open up the site to contributors or readers would negate the anonymity, which is a central tenant of Mr Hummels. Moreover it would negate the hyper-personal which is the identity of Mr Hummels. The internet has allowed me a platform to express the meta-personal on a tiny plot, what to do if the internet comes knocking round my plot? Do I bash it’s fucking face in or do I offer it a cup of tea? I have an inkling that it’s better to share. Also, as I’ve developed as a human being I’ve become aware of the fact that I am an exceptionally privileged. While this doesn’t stop me from creating, it has but the dampeners on my ultra-personal style; that of a complaining, straight, white male. To combat this I have bought a diary, this will be the place of my broader complaints. It will also alleviate the issue whereby my girlfriend is the primary reader here. Once again, I have a place for myself. You have just witnessed the divorce.
Accordingly, the editorial content will dwindle for the time-being. There will be a focus on stories, art, analysis, and reviews.

Over the coming days I will reappraise the possibility of contributors. Or a call for submissions. No-one will likely read this, so it shouldn’t matter awfully.