In case it hadn’t become painfully obvious. Living For The City Is Dead.
It was a good run; a breathing archive for my life over the last 7 years. As my interests evolved, the subject matter did – I’d always kind of liked that I could look back at any given time and see what my friends and I were doing in that particular moment. I think that’s what I’ll miss the most.
As more and more people seem to be interested in what you’re doing or what you have to say, you start to gain an inflated sense of importance – as if what you’re thinking, feeling or doing actually matters… Truth is, it probably doesn’t.
I’ve become increasingly critical of the way people share their stories and the things they choose to expose about themselves to the world – as this happened, I’ve become increasingly anxious about the things I choose to share about myself. Glass houses and all, you know?
Or maybe I’ve just gotten lazier and Instagram is just way easier… Either way, it’s time to pull the plug. Maybe it’ll eventually become something else? Maybe it won’t.
Hopefully, if you’re reading this, you’ve enjoyed this little blog and I most certainly appreciate all the support and feedback I’ve been given over the years.
The buds, forever.