To gracefully disappear.
The lines, they tend to converge; like us, they eventually merge.
Do not feel slighted: some names, I cannot include because I have run out of space on a digital canvas constrained to a width of 400 pixels, lest the many overlapping lines will only serve to confuse even more (as if they do not, already). Some other names, though acquaintances of acquaintances, I cannot include either as I doubt they have set foot here before.
Oh, well. No more twenty questions (#1, #2, #3).
It has been seven years now – along the way, many have come and go, and the chart above will attest to that fact – but I think ten sounds like a nicer number to put a stop to this.
Let us now brace ourselves for 2009.