I’m reading Daul Kim. I didn’t know of her until I knew of her death. I felt related (Not necessarily related to loneliness or death. When something is said and nothing added, it is to be taken as it is. You can make speculations but they remain fiction) and managed to read several months of her blog (There’s too little time to read all. There’re too many blogs and words and images and information to check as if we have to learn. I understand if you’re too busy reading good ones and can’t spare a minute for my blogs, I do, except maybe a little blue). It’s good that her Blogspot still exists.
Jeanne-Claude is another person leaving. It’s good that there’s someone to post a proper notice on her/their website.
I wonder what will happen to my blogs after my death. They are an extension to me and should probably follow fate as I’m gone, but I’d like my extension to extend longer than myself. Alive or dead, I can’t assure the existence of free blogs like Blogspot (though they may actually last longer than the paid ones, oh irony) or shared platforms like Flickr. I have most control of anything under sin-stuff.com, when I’m alive. So maybe, when I have enough extra money, I will purchase hosting plans for some future years to keep it running existing. If, on some posthumous day some month some year, you can’t load sin-stuff, that means I haven’t saved enough dough to sustain it before going. Blogs can die of poverty too, you know.
*Don’t worry about the title and content of this entry. Despite the world, I’m not suicidal enough to commit. I never am. Suicide has been in my mind ever since I have memory but I never even tried. Besides, it’s too obvious. If I were to commit one day, you wouldn’t know.
