To Kill a Blog

I keep on thinking of my blog as if it was a tamagochi or a bonsai.
I have irrational anxieties about it.
I feel this rootless senseless fear, that it will die:
Because I don't feed it.
Because don't water it.
The blog will die.
Budapie will be no more.

And after it dies it will be sad.
Like standing in an empty room where many were waiting for you, but you just couldnt go, and than you are alone.

Than you write alone.

But the blog is not a tamagotchi. Or a bonsai.
It will stay a blog even if the tram cuts down my head tomorrow.

And that is comforting. That is reassuring.

You always write alone.