Monday, November 3, 2014

Any Last Words? A Farewell Post

At last, the farewell post I've been promising (and procrastinating on) for months. Maybe I have a problem with saying goodbye. Maybe I don't like burning bridges. Or maybe I'm just lazy.

At any rate, what's said is said, and it's time to finish saying it and get on with things. Yes, Stranger Dreaming is going to stop updating for the rest of the foreseeable future; they say never say never, but for the moment, at least, this dream has run its course. However, I'll leave the old content up for anyone still interested in perusing it; meanwhile I will still be rambling on (hopefully for a long time) at my new Workplay Blog and at my game charity blog, Arcade Activist.

I thought about making this a list post, or something of that nature, but in the end goodbyes simply aren't meant to be dragged out, so let me simply say thank you to everyone who read this; your time and attention, even if they were anonymously given, have not gone unappreciated. As for the final word? I'll leave that up to a couple of long lost, but never forgotten, master wordsmiths, who know far better how to wrap things up than I.

"I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath, and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth." -- Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights
"Come, children, let us shut up the box and the puppets, for our play is played out." -- William Makepeace Thackeray, Vanity Fair

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