All of my friends are dead.

Well no, not really, but it certainly feels like that on the internet these days. The blogs I used to frequent are either gone or sit un-updated collecting dust. Favour has turned from the personal niche of websites to the money making likes of Instagram and Patreon. I won’t pay money to read someones diary, it seems wrong somehow, and yet that’s what the internet has become hasn’t it? Just another way to make money.

I miss the days before TikTok and Substack. I miss the days where people used to share their photos and favourite finds without expecting me to pay a salary to them for doing so. And yes, I appreciate that everyone needs to earn money somehow, but when I first ventured onto the World Wide Web we did this for fun alongside our day jobs.

The blogging world used to be a place where we made connections. It used to be a place where friends from across the globe forayed into each others’ lives and shared photographs and stories together. Now it’s a place to sell brands and products. It’s not fun anymore.

Maybe I’m just old now.