Perhapsery is a place to put thoughts that don’t belong anywhere else.

Most writing arrives with a job to do—make a case, teach a thing, arrive somewhere. This doesn’t. What gets published here is thinking in progress: half-formed, sometimes reversed a week later, occasionally abandoned in the middle because the idea turned out to be wrong.

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Same head, different weather

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What you’ll find

No schedule and no series. Posts appear when there’s something to say and run as long as that thing happens to be—four sentences some days, two thousand words on others. They’re filed by weather rather than by subject: Fair, Overcast, Squall, Fog, Front. A bleak piece may sit next to a funny one. That isn’t an editorial failure; it’s the weather.

What it isn’t

Not a journal, not a diary, not a linkblog. Some posts turn into essays and some stop after a paragraph, and neither one is the plan. Nothing here should be read as a settled view—including the parts that sound settled.

How to read it

Lightly. The name is the instruction.

Anything worth saying back: allegedly@perhapsery.com