Journal: End of Line

I don't subscribe to the notion that simply because the Internet allows content to be preserved forever, it should be. I began this journal in April 2003, and it served its purpose until I moved elsewhere in October 2005. Today, as it's been more than a year since I've updated this space, I've decided to empty its contents.

If you've followed a bookmark to this page, or if you were looking for something I published, thanks for your interest. Most writers don't care whether they're reviled or adored, as long as they're being read; and thus I do, sincerely, appreciate your attention. But at the same time, it's a filthy habit for writers to fall in love with their own prose, and so I'm saying adieu. Thanks for reading.