Chris Hardwick has a joke about his old myspace page. He says it’s turned into a bad neighbourhood, kind of like Robocop’s Detroit. Graffiti on his wall. A picture of Tom with a scraggly beard and surrounded by jars of pee. I laughed.

Xanga doesn’t feel so much like Robocop’s Detroit. More like an abandoned playground. The vibe isn’t dangerous or violent. It’s just quiet and eerie. All the people I used to check in on and read are gone, yet the list is still at the left of my page. Each person is frozen at a different moment of time. People that don’t exist anymore because they have gone on to live and change. It’s as if the people I knew here were yanked out of this reality and spun off into some other universe.

Except the one that died. That’s a disquieting page. Just frozen there with a bunch of pictures from 2005.

When I’m alone at home I always find myself back here. I didn’t think I would be the last one.