Why I Blog

 There is an exciting, bubbling feeling to streaming your thoughts for complete strangers on the internet. Especially when there is an awareness that there are so few of them, and that you are a stranger to them, too. Like when a train rumbles down the tracks and roars, and you roar with it, and for a second you're a thing of metal and it of flesh. All very cathartic etc. Making existence a bit more bearable. 

Not many mirrors or puddles today to reflect oneself in. Not many trains to scream at. Guess I could stop explaining myself here, as nothing of substance will come out of further babbling. I take pleasure, however, in talking and writing into the void. It's not the same as when you speak in your mind or hide the ink-stained pages in your desk drawer. No, this goes somewhere, floats, connects you to this invisible, thin, shivering web of thought. What I want to say is that I find it very exciting that one day, someone who has never met me, and is not in the same room, same country, or even the same year as me, could understand me. It's a telephacy of some kind, magic, if you look at it from the right angle. I am speaking to you and you are listening to me, isn't that wonderful? We are making our existences a bit more bearable without touching or seeing each other. We are roaring, we are running together without speaking and without moving. 
Not to say I don't want to meet you. If you want to contact me, please do. I just called this impersonal cognition we have going on, magic. But let's say we've found each other living at the same time and could turn telephacy into open communication. What a miracle, really. Telephacy is only useful if you can't speak out loud, and I have already established that I blog because I want to scream.