I used to have a blog, and then one day I disbanded it. Oh, I use the word “disbanded” as if my blog was a group of some kind, and I suppose it was. A group of memories, a collection of the Me That is No Longer. It became necessary, in my mind anyway, to let those memories slip away unnoticed.
We are fools if we think we are truly anonymous here on the internet, sending our words, thoughts, images, and flotsam from our lives out into a quasi-corporeal public stew. There is no anonymity, and there is no real rest in thinking there is. But still so many of us, myself well included, feel this compulsion-obsession to dance nakedly in front of strangers. I so love this medium. I am happy to be here.