The thing about (regular) blogging is that it must be part of the ritual. It must be an extension to what is going on in your head at any given moment. They say that in the internet age, for the first time in human history, we are building shrines for ourselves - digital pyramids if you will - to leave indelible footprints of our lives, our loves and a penchant for cat videos.
Whether it was a blog post on the hot new band I had just seen or a re-post of cool architecture on tumblr, I used to thrive on the fact that perhaps a future archivist could go through all of my musings and be able to construct an idea of who I was and what made me tick.
Somewhere along the way, however, the pyramid I was building for myself no longer needed the blog form. It evolved into packets of nonsensical and totally unconnected tweets. Then came instant messaging services (e.g. Whatsapp, Kakao) or Pocket clippings. Now, say that archivist is a version of me 4-5 years down the line, he would have no idea what I had meant when I said: