I’m sort of looking forward to this site calcifying. Not the writing, nor the habit, I hope to keep that alive and fresh, but the wrapping, the glitter, the skeleton that holds the guts all together. Perhaps when I stop caring so much about what this all looks like it’ll be because I’ve found something more important than the trappings – something of real substance. That’s worth looking forward to. Brittleness and decay will be welcome if they mark the arrival of that too.