It’s hard when you have anonymous online friends. All I know is their nom du plume, a bit about what they do and perhaps the city in which they live in. The rest is what they choose to reveal in their writing. It’s the honesty and quality in their writing that draws me in. And over time, in some mysterious ways, a fragile but real relationship is developed. When I don’t hear from them over time, you wonder if some thing has happened.
Maybe life just got in the way. It happens. Or maybe it’s just as simple as having email and/or internet problems. Or maybe you’re just traveling around. Maybe I just worry too much. I hope you’ll surface soon. Because reading stuff from Niccolo Machiavelli isn’t the same.