The hosting renewed for another year. I won’t renew next year.
And then these posts will be dust in the wind. As, eventually. I will be, too. And then all memory of me when everyone who knows me dies.
Meanwhile, Marcus says:
Discard your thirst for books, so that you won’t die in bitterness, but in cheerfulness and truth, grateful to the gods from the bottom of your heart.
“Discard your thirst for books.”
Wat mean, fren?