You gotta wonder who’s reading this crap. When I tell people I’m writing a blog the response is usually whimsical surprise. Isn’t that what social media’s for? I mean, yeah, but social media is stupid.
Audience and ease of access is not the point of this whole thing.
A few nights ago I found a box of old love letters and I read through a few of those old dreams. It’s inaccessible stuff, to others and to myself, now, as I am.
When I write a love letter now, to Abby or to some earnest person on their Birthday or holiday or saddest day, I’m only thinking about one audience and I figure that ought to be the same sort of thing here.
Who’s this for? I can think of at least three people, but I don’t really care, I just hope they read it like a love letter written while they’re sleeping, so they can read it once they’ve woken up.
bozo.
Audience and ease of access is not the point of this whole thing.
A few nights ago I found a box of old love letters and I read through a few of those old dreams. It’s inaccessible stuff, to others and to myself, now, as I am.
When I write a love letter now, to Abby or to some earnest person on their Birthday or holiday or saddest day, I’m only thinking about one audience and I figure that ought to be the same sort of thing here.
Who’s this for? I can think of at least three people, but I don’t really care, I just hope they read it like a love letter written while they’re sleeping, so they can read it once they’ve woken up.
bozo.
