Recently, I was playing video games, and I remembered that I have a blog about video games. I went online to check if it was still here, and sure enough, it's right here where I left it.
It seems that my most recent post was nearly two years ago, when I wrote about Alan Wake being removed from online stores in May 2017. The game went back on sale in October 2018, so my blog has been inactive for five months longer than the game's music license negotiations kept it off the digital shelves. Perhaps a more horrific indicator of this blog's absolute state of decay is that the last post was written before I was even married and, as of this post, I'll soon be a father. I also turned 30 years old.
On that note, perhaps there's no point in pretending this blog isn't completely and utterly dead. With a baby on the way and death by old age rapidly approaching, will I ever have time to play video games again, let alone write about them? But wait. Here's a better question: Even if I had all the time in the world and posted five times a week, would anyone read it? Of course not! This blog can't be dead, because it was never alive. Most of my page views probably come from Google's web crawler bots. And besides, who reads blogs anymore? That's right, nobody! It's all about podcasts and videos. Nobody reads words in <current year> — and so, as I can be sure that nobody will ever read this blog, I am free to write about my manchildish love for video games without fear of being judged by society.
So I guess what I'm trying to convey with this meandering clusterhump of a blog post is that, despite logic and reason, I'm going to start using this blog again instead of deleting it.
