I read Kate Zambreno’s To Write as if Already Dead late last year and, in the former half of the book, she writes what can only be described as an elegy to the blog and the pseudonymous friend she’d made through the comment box, Alex Suzuki. I don’t remember why Alex Suzuki immolated her blog, as we were all wont to do temporarily in times of distress or feeling like we had emoted too much online, and as most of us have done permanently now.
I’d never thought about the way we’ve turned to commoditization like that… what a wonderful point that explains a part of what I miss from the past “blogging days”.
I'm still writing on the internet.
I’d never thought about the way we’ve turned to commoditization like that… what a wonderful point that explains a part of what I miss from the past “blogging days”.