The year here was 2024 - forty years after 1984. The blog chugged on. Blogs are often a repository for anything passing by. Like podcasts, they assume an endlessly involved reader that isn't actually there. Unlike podcasts, blogs don't have a core viewership stuck in commutes. This year, more than others, this blog went with the flow. This year, creative efforts shifted outside the blog, pulling together disparate poems into a collection. So, the opportunity arose to casually and sporadically carry the blog hither and yon.
Foto Descriptor: please create an image of a starry messenger coming to earth, cleaving a brutalist architecture building while a waif like Keene-like child stands in the foreground.
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