Eulogy

The Decline is dead. Long live The Soft Bulletin. This is perhaps a good thing. The Decline was not my baby. I was the uncle who occasionally stepped in to help provide care. I was not the general, but merely a foot soldier.
While I enjoyed posting on The Decline, I am OK with its burial.
Aenesidemus in his final post on The Decline wrote this:

"Then this blog, suffused with this
experience, is not about declinism, unless it is about The Decline of Individual Reason. It is only a critique of individual reason insofar as it questions the possibility of a Common Sense. It questions the possibility of Common Sense when it notes the vassalage of Language to banality. It notes the vassalage of Language to banality when it observes the imperial logic of Culture. The imperial logic of Culture is such because it colonizes the individual by analogy and metaphor rendering any emancipation unthinkable. But most importantly, the extension of culture critique to individual reason is enacted here by way of a profound skepticism regarding our own judgments. If Reason is in decline, this means nothing other than my reasons cannot be trusted."

This was The Decline.

Now, The Soft Bulletin rises up not to take the place of The Decline, but to fill the void that the loss of The Decline created in my life. I cannot fill the shoes of The Decline. The Soft Bulletin, instead, will be a place for me to write things that had no place on The Decline. It is not pretentious, I am making no attempts at satire or humor. I am not making a political statement. I am merely putting pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) and posting my thoughts, random and scatterbrained as they are, where someone might chance upon them.

The Soft Bulletin is nothing more than a documentation of me. What I write might have no relevance to anyone else. But I'm not writing for them, I'm writing for me. I am writing to write. If I don't post these things, they sit on my hard drive, tucked in a folder marked "miscellaneous." Perhaps now that my words become a part of the blogosphere, the world wide web, someone will find them. Will that person care? Maybe. Will they stop reading after a few sentences? It's a possibility. I am not concerned. Life goes on.
I am writing to write, I am writing because I need to. That is all, nothing more. The Soft Bulletin.