I like to think it was a captivating story, and pretty well told. There were some pretty fervent highs and lows along the way, ceaseless personal and professional melodrama. I like to think I never held back, that I was always as honest as I was audacious, that the blog's intrigue matched its narcissism. I like to think the story of twentysomething GnightMoon was universal.
I was fortunate to be able to do it as long as I did, to experience America's grandeur right along with its homeliness, to contemplate humanity's polar opulence and destitution, to see it all behind the shades of health and wealth. I'm sure there will be a time when it all seems a dream, as preposterous as the mundane serenity I've found in new endeavors.
This blog has run its course, but I will always write. That same friend from eight years ago has now set me up with a website to tell the new tales. I can only hope they're as dynamic as this great game has been for me the last eight years.