Writing for an audience of three people is a privilege. You never know whether anyone is reading you or almost everyone. It's up to you, you know, although I take some responsibility.
It's a long way, for me at least, to become part of the nation's conversation. Although this could be one.
We are all part of the culture that contains us. Part of the whole. A slice of history, about which one could, possibly later, say "even in the utmost outreaches, on the edge of popularity, this is how live was lived".
Oh, to be mortal. To be running out of time. To be among ants. Quelle tragédie
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