Chapter two of our story begins...and, I suppose, it's time for this blog to end.
I mean, what is there to say? The narrative has transformed; it's become... not so much a single story as it is a collection of individual short stories, all pieced together--but not quite forming what what can be considered as a completely whole story. In this case, I suppose the pieces are completely different things from what the whole is supposed to be.
Or maybe I'm just expecting too much.
...Yeah, I'm talking in riddles.
I don't know; I think this blog has run its course, I think this blog serves no more purpose--if it even had one in the first place. I realize not one of us really has that much time to post anything here--so what's the point of keeping this blog, right?
So this...this is the last post you people will probably ever see in this blog. Or at least the last post I'll ever type for this blog. Yeah. I'm not sure about the others, but really, I think this whole blog is over. It was already over, months ago, but back then I thought maybe it could still get a chance or something [ow, I sound like I'm talking about a dying person]. Now I guess there isn't time for any more chances. Right now there isn't time for anything.
So I go back to the first idea. The story's transformed, from some sort of flowing novel, to a choppy collection that skips from one short story to the next, with barely a thread of similarity in between. Think of it as writing a poem that rhymes, then deciding to go free verse halfway through. Although in this case it's a bit more subtle--the difference, I mean.
Yeah, so I'm quite incomprehensible here.
I doubt anyone would care.
Yeah, I doubt anyone would care. Back then I thought I'd never use that sentence, in this context. Turns out I'm a bit off on the whole thing.
So there. Chapter two begins, with a couple more loose ends and no sign of the plot wanting to tie those ends together.
And this blog, amidst all the story metaphors--this blog finally acknowledges its end.