Tuesday 21 August 2018

3.61538462

  It’s been a few weeks, hasn’t it. A month, maybe? I’ve missed this, but I felt it necessary to take some time away. Nevertheless, it’s good to see the sun and feel this place.

  The one thing I don’t want to do is let this blog die. I posted twice every week for an entire year without fail, sometimes more frequently if the thought struck me, and it took a lot for me to stay so consistent. I’m not a consistent person. You’ve probably gathered that much by now.

  I’m feeling odd at the moment. Somewhere between a menagerie of nostalgic, melancholy and lost. I went through 188 weeks worth of direct messages on Instagram to find some specific people. That’s just over three and a half years. 3.61538462 if you’re interested in the actual number. Some people haven’t been active since 2015, meaning they’ve either moved accounts or they’re just... gone. What do I do if they’re just gone?

  I found a message from a lady called Marianne. She was asking about her son because I knew him well and she was worried. I searched for his and I’s DM’s but I cant find them. I can’t find his account either. I can’t help but think the worst, even if it isn’t true. It’s hard to imagine people after so long. I used to be close with a lot of people, but that seems like an age ago now. The harsh reality is that relationships staunch and die, and sometimes there’s no way to breach that impasse.

  You should always try though. It can be worth sending that awkward message. You could get them back.

Signed,
Elijah.
Meta Sentience.
21/08/2018

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