Blog Abyss

Spoke with a friend about the impossible topic of blogs, but this time in the context of the history of diarists and the confessional novel. The discovery: nobody is listening but you write for the masses anyway. That is what I am doing here. I am fully resigned to my audience of one. Singing to the mirror with my banana microphone. Admittedly lewd image. I don't believe there can be anything like a personal diary anymore. Private is not public either. More like performed privacy. I had a dream about little tigers in a cage meant for mice. So horrifying.