This is the final episode of Landline.

Not because the questions ran out.Not because the conversations stopped mattering.But because this particular season of listening is complete.

When I started this project, I didn’t know what would happen if I picked up the phone and let strangers speak into the dark. I only knew that silence had stopped being helpful, and that something honest might live on the other side of a dial tone.

Over the past year, Landline became a place for confessions, jokes, grief, boredom, hope, relapse, restraint, longing, and the occasional absolutely unhinged voicemail. It became proof that people are still willing to say real things if you give them a little space and a little time.

Some of you called.Some of you listened quietly.Some of you never touched the phone but stayed anyway.

All of that counted.

This final episode is not a “best of” in the polished sense. It’s more like the feeling at the end of a long conversation when no one wants to hang up, but you know it’s time. We talk about the holidays, about favorite moments, about what stays and what doesn’t. We let the room settle.

After December 31, Landline will be archived. The episodes will remain, but the line itself will stop ringing. There will be no new calls, no new recordings, no next episode waiting around the corner.

And that’s okay.

Not everything meaningful is meant to run forever. Some things exist to prove something to you, then gently step aside.

Thank you for trusting this strange little experiment. Thank you for your voices, your patience, your curiosity, and your willingness to sit with uncomfortable pauses. Thank you for letting this be what it was, not what it was supposed to be.

For now, the receiver goes back on the hook.

With gratitude,Inga

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