As a friend of Trent Lewin’s, I regret to inform you that this blogger has ceased to exist. He had a reasonable run. He wrote things that were far too long. He didn’t know what a conclusion was, and generally frustrated most people. Most especially, he was not patient or particularly good, so it was inevitable that he would come to an end in this way – too cowardly to tell you all himself, and indisposed in any case. Consigned to the scrap heap of aspirations and dreams. They tell you that if you but try, your dreams will come true. Trent Lewin believed this, but it is just an illusion. A lie. He was a simple person, coarse but well-intentioned, unable to believe that somewhere, someone wouldn’t understand what he meant when he turned his mind to meaning anything at all. The beginnings of dreams are wonderful; the ends just forgotten. He tried hard not to turn this place into a diary of his life, a place to wallow in self-pity, to express his frustrations and concerns, even though he certainly had those. No, he kept writing nonsense, and I kept reading it – not all of it, just skimming. Some of you read as well, the bits and pieces that he turned out on infrequent occasions. So hold up a glass and celebrate this wretched fool, another anonymous failure that’s gone no where and now has ceased even trying. Try to be better than him. Try to last longer. There might be a chance for you – but there is no longer a chance for Trent Lewin.
All the best,
John O. Kinder Evers (acquaintance of Trent Lewin, but not friend. Never that)
P.S. At least this was short.