echoes of echoes in the aether

So I first wrote the title “echoes in the aether” and felt very smug at how erudite and clever I would look to my zero followers… and then I glanced down at my other post titles and saw that I already had the same idea last year. Mercifully, I can only see a limited amount of my posts without digging for them… I might otherwise see me repeating this same cleverness year after year ad nauseam.

I often (whereby “often” I mean twice a year if I’m particularly motivated) think about who I write this for. It’s certainly not for public validation because at this point there is no public viewing of this blog. Like the moon in the distant future, I once shown semi-brightly on the earth, and then gradually spun out into the darkness only to be glimpsed again if stumbled upon. Not that I was every very popular; but, I did have a readership, and, as meager as it was, it was also a who’s who in the early blogging community. I’m not arrogant enough to count myself within that inner circle of cool kids… but I was cool kids adjacent (just like high school!).

But now all of that has faded away, and even the cool bloggers have gone on to bigger and better things. So, given that no one reads this, and that there is no audience, why not just take the effort back in-house and write in a journal like a normal emo kid instead of having a website and publishing it to the cloud? The long and short answer is “I don’t know” and also “because”. And, as abrupt as this will seem, that’s the end of this post.