I don't think I will ever quite make peace with my blog being dead. In my mind, it could, at any moment, rise again. I don't think it will. When I blogged before, I was fairly certain I was just shouting into a benign void, with the exception of 10 or 12 people who read this blog with kind feelings in their heart. Now, the void feels less benign. The internet of 2001 felt friendlier. A wild frontier of naive electronic homesteaders, armed only with their wits and a copy of "HTML for Dummies".
Sometimes, I like to flip through it and look at who commented. Many or maybe a few of those people I don't speak to anymore. Not due to any formal shunning. Just at some point, they stopped communicating with me. We stopped communicating with each other? In my mind, it's definitely all their fault. Even though I am the one who keeps getting up and moving thousands of kilometres away.
Is this just a by-product of having a life that is more than 20 years long? People enter it, then leave it and you have to accept it. It occurs to me that there are sensible reasons why I might struggle with that.
Actually, *this* is why I don't blog anymore. When I write, I get a bit too philosophical and maudlin. I used to be able to spin an interesting blog post out of a trip to East Side Mario's. Where did that person go?
Personally, I blame Switzerland's complete dearth of reasonably priced fast-casual sit-down restaurant chains.