…come not to mourn Blogger, but hype it. Or cry over it. I don’t know. Who knows anymore?
Such a simple platform, easily visible to those in the know. So easy to use. And yet somehow emblematic of an earlier age. I’m a semi-educated hick transcribing telegrams to rush across town to Mr. So & So the big wig or something.
But once upon a time, Blogger was a kind of home to so many. Now it’s like Google’s own Ozymandias or some shit. If you’re mighty, just go ahead and start despairing. Is what I’m saying.
Anyway. I might start using this as a daily public scratchpad and not even worry if anyone sees it. I may not write again for another (almost) three years. Miracles happen every day. Yo.
