An almost old fashioned email.
Not too long ago a reader went onto the the hibernating blog Clerkmanifesto and left a comment wondering if there was going to be more content on it ever, because they liked it.
Sure they liked it! Oh yeah, they “liked” it. I bet they did!
They probably just wanted to, to, to
to read it!
Yeah, they wanted to read it!
So I guess that was nice.
So I explained the situation to them and about all the amazing wonders of Life is a Fountain.
Then I went over to my giant mansion of a website, Life is a Fountain, and prepared everything for them, just so. I even got the cat. I even chilled the cocktail glasses.
But they never showed up.
The commenter disappeared into the veil.
They are probably dead now.
After that I cried a little into one of my Life is a Fountain Branded Handkerchiefs.
I have no luck!
But I’m not asking for pity. And I am at least 70 percent recovered from the incident.
And being so nearly completely recovered from the incident I started thinking maybe, based on the dead commenter’s comment, that you out there, getting these email newsletters, might feel a little wistful about when you used to receive short, usually too personal, thoughtful, almost comic essays from me each day.
I thought: Maybe I could, just for a change, send out an old style, Clerkmanifestoish essay in one of my Life is a Fountain Newsletters, as a kind of nostalgic throwback.
Then, at the very end, I decided against it.