Sometimes, the comments should be Stories on their own. Yours is one of those, Mike.

This is nothing new in writing, nothing new in publishing, nothing new in the Internet — we can’t even argue, anymore, that the Internet is new, I have grown kids born after it came into commercial, public being.

What’s new is writing the long good-byes, rationalizing the whys and wherefores and musing vaguely on the future — wait, no, that’s not particularly “new” either.

What do we call mass-market, formulaic, popular paperbacks, these days? Novels. We no longer know what words mean.

It’s funny how we choose to be a part of each new social media platform, and then after investing time in free (or better yet, platforms that pay us to use them!) we craft illusions of ownership — of thinking that just because we built the platform, we now get a turn at the helm. Sometimes, maybe, we do. Or maybe that’s just an illusion, too.

Thinking, Zat, is not an expressive art. But I hope you find what you’re craving. If not, perhaps you’ll build it.