I do not know what brings me here to this desolate place. A friend once told me she found my blog one of the most depressing things she had ever reward. She was surprised, when she met me that I could bet exceedingly vivacious, especially when inebriated.
I am aware that blogs have gone irretrievably out of fashion. So 2010s and that my readership is tiny by today’s standards.
Everything is temporary anyway
My first home on the web was Usenet. In the late ‘90s I had a greyscale laptop that ran Windows 3,1. I also had an eating disorder. I had bought it on a whim. It was steam driven. If i wanted to print out an essay or an article I could set it up and take a walk around the block. Several, in fact. All three. Binge eating disorder, anorexia (know; in those days as bulimiarexia). I made friends or at least I believed I had. I invested a lot in that place. They clearly meant more to me than I did to them.
Everything is temporary anyway
When the streets are wet
The colours fade into the sky
And I don't know why, I don't know why
That means you and I
I shall persevere. The blog is back.
