It’s 3h40. Leftover Chinese food after a midnight… nap? From somewhere, the curious thought: When did I last post? Days. Several days. Still curious, I checked a more formal blog, an archive of several “personalities” and all of their writings over the last 15 or so years. There, my last post was in the earliest days of November, two months ago.

I started posting “lesser thoughts” than suitable for the blog, but “greater thoughts” than suitable for a “tweet” or similar, to gopher space. And when it seemed those old voices had little or nothing more to say, this voice appeared here without links to the others. I looked to the fediverse: nothing on the different accounts. I looked to matrix, xmpp, and irc – nothing in those places for some time either. The phone logs? Quiet.

I thought I might be disappointed, but that’s not in there. Nothing is really, except maybe for a tiny piece of my mind I sense doing the calculations on tearing all of those idle services down. In time, I may revert to carrying my simple notebook, and clipped to its cover will be a fountain pen, and someday I may wonder when that pen ran out of ink.