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Like dark room photography and old-school Mcdonald’s, blogs are close to extinct, now. I do love them, though, for writers, particularly. I love the idea of a place for yourself on the Internet, a room, somewhere to go, the way Myspace used to feel. There’s something simplistic and romantic about diarying an archive no one reads, saying, for the love of words, and the love of words alone, “Here’s my heart, anyway.”