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.