No one has commented on the two Minimalist Life entries. No one has left her own List. In the Year Six or even the Year Seven I'd have had a dozen comments, a dozen Lists offered up by lovely friends-and-correspondents. One by one the Voices are falling silent out on the aether. I miss getting Lists and exchanges, miss being part of memes and conversations. The Minimalist Life entries... I'd really hoped to read Lists and comments.

If there are things I find it hard to forgive, it might be these.

It's hard to forgive Laura-Ashlee at bladeoftheknife because she took away my last chance to have an Adventure--- because for a few weeks she made me think I might have value and an Adventure.

It's hard to forgive Lissy at emigree for Vanishing without a word. It's harder to forgive her for taking away her Stories, for falling silent. Her Stories, the character she created for herself, the lovely film she was creating in the mind's eye--- it's hard to forgive her for that, for taking away the story she was telling.

Neither of them will ever read this, and neither of them will ever know how much they're missed, or know how much it hurts when valued Voices just vanish.

The Year Six, the Year Seven... There were Voices out on the aether once. The high desert night was alive with voices and whispers. No Stories, now. No exchanges. No comments and Lists. Not even for the Minimalist Life entries and questions.

I hate not having anyone out there on the aether.