Today I was horrified to learn that there is someone out there who reads this blog. This was not supposed to happen. I feel violated. I mean it feels like a violation of my privacy to have words that I have written and posted on a free completely public (unprivate) website actually read by anybody.

All of those posts that are repetitions of previous posts

All of those posts that contain the darkest of dark thoughts

All of those posts that contain the most empty of emptiness thoughts

All of those posts that are repetitions of previous sentences

All of those posts that I do my best to let go of and forget

Even those very rare posts that I am not embarrassed to have written

These things are just words thrown out into the universe that perhaps some internet psychoanalytic archeologist might uncover decades after I depart from this planet.

But if you are alive at the same time I am alive and are reading this… well… that, to me, is troublesome.

Just keep in mind that they are only words. They do not represent a life of a person, an animal, a vegetable or a thing.

This blog is nothing more than a storage bin of words.

And they are not even good words. They are not good representatives of words.

So, if you are reading this, just be aware that you are staring at nothing. And perhaps you might think this is not such a bad thing. And if you do think this is not such a bad thing, I regret to inform you that you are sadly mistaken.

And maybe even forgiven.