there’s something sad about a blog that has ended
There are blogs that start and two entries later they are done, they just never got their blog wings. Then there are blogs with several years worth of posts; there is often and ebb and flow, sometimes the blogger will have been very prolific followed by months of scarcely a word. Then one day it just stops.
There is nothing more to say I guess.
The writing ends and the words left behind just float in cyberspace leaving the reader to wonder happened in the blogger’s world to end his writing. Sometimes the subject matter of the blog is short lived; I’ve written blogs based on assignments I had in art school…once the class ended, the purpose of the blog ended as well. Sometimes people blog to be read by others and when they realize that no one is reading their blog, they cease to write. I write for myself. If someone reads what I write that’s nice, I’m even flattered, but at the end of the day, my words are are record of my own days.
Sometimes I feel that a blogger has given up. I’m not sure what they’ve given up though. I get invested in blogs and when they end, I’m left hanging. I want to know what became of the blogger.
I just don’t want the story end.