Saturday, May 21, 2005
I find it quite intriguing, to know that you have a regular reader, who almost without fail, makes it his/her routine to visit your blog.
You start to think, how splendid it must be to have such a devoted reader. Then you think that you must have drawn the attention of this special reader, somehow, you must have. Then maybe you start thinking that the world is not such a lonely place. Afterall, out of the vast number of people in the world, someone actually feels vaguely drawn towards your writing.
You can't help but smile on the inside.
Who is this person? How old is he? How does she look like? How does his mind work? What is her name?
And you star wondering if you would be able to catch a glimpse of this person. Does he have a blog? Does she leave any clue to her identity? Where does he hail from? These are all questions that I want to know.
This sense of mystery is alluring, yet, if only you would care to leave a trace of your existence. I am quite sure, you read with an almost religious frequency, and at the most unearthly of hours. Perhaps you hail from a different timezone? A different continent? A different culture?
You are quite very interesting, now that I imagine the prospects and posibilities. Would you care to leave a little acknowledgement?
Or perhaps you are someone I know, my esteemed midnight reader.
Gavin
pondered @ 22:06
