Over a year Later

I'm still alive, which I guess shouldn't surprise me. Or should it? Well, I'm still alive in any case, and what does surprise me - though i guess it shouldn't - is that I haven't written a word on this blog since January a year ago. Where went the time? I may just try to keep this up, but for whom? For myself? Nobody's going to read this and why should they? Don't people, dont YOU have better ways to spend your precious time? I abhor the Internet because it reduces experience in obvious ways and has -- I speak for myself here -- annealed (if that's the right term) itself into my life like some protuberance that causes pain but is also inoperable. Also, I'm afraid people will read this and comment on how affected I am. I don't know about you, but i find that the experience of reading comments on blogs, beneath news stories, on peoples' digital genitalia (my word for social media) is like, really, sifting through dirty undies. No, perhaps a better analogy would be sifting through the back of one's ice box for something, anything, that hasn't spoiled. Well, let me post this and consider whether to continue before next March.