Ah, I’ll miss this place. Thanks to the tiny handful who gave a fuck to connect, or dug the shit I shared. You saw me filtered through the lens of what I love, and that’s worth something. Even though I kept this place reasonably un-graphic, I loved the graphic alongside it. I loved the freedom. Whether this place was playground, escape or gallery, it was fun. That’s going to go, and I’m going to go with it. The heart of the place stopped beating this week. We’re just listening til the echo fades.