December 22, 2020
The number writing for 100 Words has slowly dried up to a few hard knots of stain stuck to the internet these days. I wonder how much longer before the boss shuts us down completely and we all have to go somewhere else to pound out whatever weird things crawl into our minds. It cannot be vanity that brings us here; there is no one reading this stuff anymore if there ever was. Even the slow crawling giant search engines ignore us. We are tiny specs buried in a drop of amber and tossed in the earth. Even Amber dies.