After five years, Arcadian Rhythms has reached the end of its road. It is a wistful moment when something that has been part of your life, however peripherally, comes to an end.
I never got around to writing as many pieces for AR as I meant to. The chief reason was that I rarely felt like I had something interesting to say. My dedication to procrastination played a role, too: I started more projects than I finished. I rarely found the time, energy, and motivation to get them to the point where I felt comfortable having them read by an audience of strangers. Because of my meagre contribution I always felt something of an outsider, and as a consequence, I’m not sure it’s my place to say much about the late Arcadian Rhythms. Once again, I feel like I have nothing to say.