Life is hard.
We all know this, but the difference between knowing that being punched in the face hurts and spitting out your teeth after getting clocked is significant. A long time ago in some long-forgotten AskReddit thread, I read about how sad it was to see blogs that start out pounding out content only to wither and die as the years go on, until, at some point, there’s a final post. It really is, and it’s even sadder when the last post doesn’t acknowledge it’s own finality; as though the author died in some unfortunate accident and, like Fry’s dog, the blog is waiting, patiently, quietly wondering what the next update will be, not knowing it will never come. The blog dwindles then, until the only comments come from bots; the only views from Google’s robots.