The Death of the Blog

Blogs that I write are not properly to be called blogs; they do not excite that pleasant sense of carefully thought-out, precise diction. They are hybrid creatures, neither good like a blog submitted before Sunday, nor decent like those planned out before 6:45 pm. The absurdity of these blogs are out of this world, struggling to hang on for dear life, or as I see it, hanging on for dear logic. Nevertheless, the present specimen, lacking a substantial topic and real message, seemed to be content with its grade. It was a pleasant Sunday afternoon, mid-March, a clear and sunny sky. 

That's what I had written before 6. Currently, it is quarter past 6. I'm scrambling to make stuff up, say something intellectual, sound somewhat thoughtful. But no. As usual, it's not gonna work. I look out the window and see freedom. This freedom I cannot reach, cannot obtain, cannot but catch a glimpse. The lifeless, lackluster user interface of Blogger stares back into my soul, unaware of the anguish imposed upon me. I periodically check the time, averting my eyes from the words to the corner of my computer screen, then to my phone- as if passing seconds would suddenly inspire me. But no. "It was useless to try to do anything." You could only watch the extraordinary efforts made by my hopeless keystrokes against an oncoming doom.

Nothing, you knew had any chance against death. Nevertheless after a short YouTube break I kept going, mindlessly spewing out any words that came to my mind to fill the gaps. 5 minutes left, and I have yet to give in. "It was superb this last protest," and with freedom--commonly referred to as dinner--so close I continued on. But even as I did so, the "unmistakable tokens of death" revealed themselves. My fingers slowed down and grew stiff, losing the adrenaline produced from my body's fight-or-flight response. No matter how hard I thought, my brain shut the door and closed up shop. The struggle had ceased. The insignificant blog now knew death. As my hands retracted from the keyboard, the blog seemed "uncomplainingly composed." It knew that freedom had come. It knew it no longer needed to struggle. O yes, it seemed to say, death is stronger than I am.

Time of Death: 6:59pm