I've been looking over my friend-of list. A lot of old, well-remembered names, attached to accounts that now seem entirely defunct.
There's
1144, the mood-swingy objectivist.
booksoverbombs,
pintofmalaga,
turkishb, each of them a genius, each of them no doubt gone in search of higher levels of engagement.
moremi, the corrupted soul who thought I would find his charm irresistable. Three of my siblings are there; two of my former law-school classmates. And then there are the dozen or so friendly interlocutors with whom I've crossed paths over my years on LJ, come and gone. None of them are active; most have been wholly inactive for several years now.
I am not to blame for their inactivity, but I haven't helped. I myself have gone largely silent, as my vulnerability to real-life scrutiny and my lack of anything worthy to say have undercut a substantial number of potential topics. That seems to be grown-up life, really, when you have a job like mine. What am I going to talk about - the commute?