I ran into him at the bookstore.
"What's up with posting all these anonymous people?"
"What do you mean?"
"Looking at your site is like walking down the street. Who are these people you are posting."
"Citizens, 2008," I said. "You don't see this when you are walking down the street. You see much differently."
"No I don't. That is what I see. Anonymous people I don't know or care about." He was adamant.
"OK. Maybe it just seems special to me. Don't you like them?" I asked him.
"No, not much. Just some input."
Well, I'm almost through posting this series anyway. I don't know what I have to put up next. I should have asked him what he liked.
I don't give a shit who they are.
ReplyDeleteOnce when I was a the grand canyon, there was this noisy woman within earshot who kept asking whoever was near what the names were of the various rock formations in front of us.
I, mean, really, who besides her cared. Naming things doesn't help with understanding.
It didn't seem to help Adam and Eve.
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