And the wind whispered a soft question

"Where is everyone?"

My friends page on livejournal used to teem with entries from scores of friends. I now have two who post anything like regularly.

I, too, am guilty of abandoning that place. Zuckerberg's Machine has taken over, and that's where I usually find myself. Funny, how going there is like opening the refrigerator at two in the morning: you already know what's there, you don't really want anything, and in the end you don't take any satisfaction from what you find.

Think I'll give it one more look, though. Just in case.