Back in Autumn 2011, I decided to launch a blog (and a Twitter account to go with it) in order to train my new literary voice and share things with readers.
I decided to launch both on 11/11/11. It would be, I thought, a good date...
So what's the general assessment?
Two friends and my brother are talking to me. The rest of the world is merely clicking and hopping by in complete silence (naming my blog counter "I Can See You" was a good idea: I can see clicks, but no one takes a moment to say anything).
The silence used to take its toll, but now... Now, I just know that communication is mostly dead, and it's not that I no longer care; I merely got used to the absence of communication. I mean, after my last post about that young artist who died, which is something that still makes me feel extremely sad and empty, something happened in Real Life that warped me at the speed of a neutrino into a nasty bout of Void (definitely getting used to that particular Sword of Damocles that, one day, is going to get me for good). When the Void strikes and takes me, I stop trying to interact on the Internet, and what happens then? Nothing. I was off Twitter for a fortnight, off here since my last post, and, in another literary incarnation, off another site since October 19th... and all I got is silence.
I've sent two SOS over the past months. It is now clear that my being here (I mean, on Earth, and alive) or not is uninteresting to most people.
A little something has changed in me; I'm not planning to walk back to my prior incarnation's haunting places. I'm done with that.
From now on, I shall be focussing on this new part of my life.
P.S.: BBH! If you read my posts and you're not my brother or the two aforementioned friends. Take a few seconds to say something. I. Can. See. You. (And normally, I don't bite, but I feel as if I'm living above rivers of slime and I'm the only one around being - remotely - unaffected.)
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