Why the hell do I keep this blog? I can’t help but wonder.
I suppose it’s like talking out loud in a dark room. You don’t know much less care if there happens to be an audience. At the very least, it gives me an excuse to wax poetic. Plus, it’s the 21st century—you have no identity unless you make one on the internet.
Besides, I had a Tumblr before it became cool. Does that make me a hipster?