Stay on the side of necessity. I try. Not always easy. The ground gives way. Contradictions crawl in. Fine. Let them. If I had none, I wouldn’t be here. But I am. That’s the evidence.
So this morning, once again, I write a text. About digital interaction.
Post a text. Get a comment. Don’t reply.
Still go see. Same name, many places. Same finger. Same reflex. Automatic ? Signal ? Little code ? I read you. Now read me.
Perhaps. Human, after all.
Same old rule, stated plainly : “If you want to be read, comment first.”
I get it. But the conditional — tires me.
You might be read if…
That if could fill a long book. Not today.
My point of view. Not the best. But mine. I think interaction, here, is a sham. Same as out there. Unspoken rules. If you don’t read me, I won’t read you.
All right. I live with that.
My task is writing. Posting. Then forgetting.
No watching, no waiting, no wishing.
Better not to be answered. It clarifies the dirt in me. Vanity, mostly. Pride. Filth. My own.
That’s hygiene.
They ask : Why post if you don’t care ?
Simple. I found no better place to speak to myself iin public.
Then comes the hesitation. Again. Not like this.This one’ll bring trouble. Again.
Trouble’s fine too. Like contradiction. But not both at once. Let’s go slow
Objections (anticipated)
“You don’t care about readers, yet you write a whole text about them.” → Naming a trap is how one avoids it.
“You despise comments, but you post on a platform for that.” → A tool is not a demand. Sidewalks don’t ask you to wave.
“You speak alone, but in front of people.” → I speak before, not to. Let them pass.
“You sound contemptuous.” → Not of others. Of myself. Of what in me wants praise.
“If everyone did like you, no one would read anything.” → Fine. I’m not everyone.
“Why publish publicly if you expect nothing ?” → Because I write in front of the world, not for it. Not to win. Just to go on.
Still, I wrote. Not the text I meant. A different one. No clearer than the last. But enough to go on.
That’s all.