My Imagined Audience

There’s perhaps something comical, in spending so much time writing about my imagined audience at a time when this site isn’t yet properly indexed or searchable through any major search engine.

Yet you are present to me, I must say.  I see you and I feel your eyes.  Even now I can hear your laughter.  I imagine someone scoffing, and many others turning away.  I think that you all must think, “how conceited,” or “what imagined self-importance”.  I think to myself, how neurotic I must seem.  And then I think further – if only it was just that.

But really, this site isn’t anything at the moment, anything but a forum these literary excursions, if I could even call them that.  Perhaps jaunting.

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