Melancholic musing.
I'm moving a bunch of bookmarks into one of my "Hi**us" folders (self-censoring one of the dirtiest words for fans of serialized media). Abstract Gender, Achala, Alpha Luna, Arkaina, Beyond Reality, Blue Skunk, Chronicles of Avernyght, copper, Curious Adventures of Aldus Maycombe, Dasien, Elf Only Inn, Fallen Angels Used Books, Gone With the Blastwave, Gravity, Hazard Pay, Hector!, I Wish, Kurenai Mashin, Legendary, leveL, m-theory -- and that's just some of the ones through 'M' since I'm not done yet.
It always makes me sad when I do this, since some of them will eventually go to the "Ended" folder without actually getting finished, like what happened to Aikida for example; and it's incredibly rare for a bookmark to come back out of the "Ended" folder like Apophenia 357 just did (and anyway, for me, that one's mostly just a way of tracking Ghastly's progress toward getting back to Polly).
And yet, as a megafan of the medium, I must accept it as the price of my fandom: instead of costing money or having their content controlled by ad-selling suits, webcomics have a nonzero chance of seemingly randomly ending at any given point, with a nonzero chance of it actually becoming permanent. I long ago accepted this intermittent ritual of painful separation as inseparable from the joy that all these incredibly unique, creative stories give me.
Doesn't mean that I have to like it though.
(ETA, this isn't aimed at EE in any way. It was just a random, late-night thought, and I've been posting more here lately, so it ended up here.)



