I deleted Twitter. Not as a gimmick, but as a necessity.
Fasting
Iâm fasting and traveling, which makes March the perfect month to reset. Every year, this is when we rebase our Trans-Atlantic geographyâshift locations, rethink habits, and take stock. The BahĂĄâĂ Fast has turned Naw-RĂşz (Persian-BahĂĄâĂ New Year) into a household signifierâa time for reflection and goal-setting. September is the other critical point in the year, marking the start of the academic calendar, when the intellectual reset happens.
But even though Iâm technically exempt from fasting while traveling, skipping it feels like cheating the day. Thereâs something about the discipline of fasting that forces a mental resetâone that Iâve realized Twitter was actively working against.
Politics, and the Return of Old Ideas
The Trump election caught me by surprise. Not in its inevitability, but in how much it reawakened political instincts I had in my youthâbeliefs I had let atrophy in my petty bourgeois years of professional and marital stability. Ideas I thought I had outgrown came roaring back.
Thereâs something about this election cycle that feels like the politics of passionate young men mellowing in their 40s. J.D. Vance is four months older than me, and his transformation from progressive skeptic to ideological warriorreflects something deeper happening on the Right.
But back to my main topicâwhy Iâve left Twitter.













