Good. And after the festivities, cleans up the remains of the party. Tapes, whistles, fonzies, stains appicciccose Coke, tissues, traces of pastry and spinach. And some bitterness.
When something dies, dies. When something is dead, is dead.
not make much sense to revive a corpse. It would not be decent.
Thanks again to all those that I mentioned in my previous post. For better or for worse, you were my first "public".
I believe that the direction, inspiration and love that inspired this blog are gradually diminished, impoverished by an increasingly uncertain and feedback from time to update more and more erratic. I do not know if this is really depended on by the advent of Facebook, which is said to have killed the blog. I am convinced that the two spaces are very different, and that the needs that motivate each of them are complementary. But it does not make much sense to talk about this again.
For this reason, without regret, for now declare
closed
this blog.
the next virtual life.
つづく
