2046

This blog is a month and a half shy of its first birthday, and about a day and a half away from the 20,000 hits mark. You’ve had a front-row seat since the beginning. From the acceptance euphoria to the madness of P1/P2, to the psychological barometer and exhaust pipe that this platform has become, you’ve seen it all, and then some.

I figured I owed you a notice, at the very least. I’m taking down the shingle for a while. Maybe I’ll revisit the paper journal, or maybe I’ll just give up writing indefinitely. Who knows? I sure as hell don’t anymore. I’m leaving it all organic-like.

So yeah; maybe I’ll see you tomorrow. Maybe I’ll see you on the flip-side. Until we meet again.

“It’s like these pies and cakes. At the end of every night, the cheesecake and the apple pie are always completely gone. The peach cobbler, and the chocolate mousse cake are nearly finished. But there’s always a whole blueberry pie left untouched.”

“So what’s wrong with the blueberry pie?”

“There’s nothing wrong with the blueberry pie. It’s just people make other choices. You can’t blame the blueberry pie. It’s just, no one wants it.”

“My Blueberry Nights”