Tragedy’s not reading that whole wall of text. He’s got stuff to do.
I think pretty much everyone has felt like a fraud at some point, imaginary readers. It’s not a great feeling, but a necessary one. I find it hard to trust someone who is absolutely sure of too much.
I keep feeling like I need to put more in the blog, but right now I have nothing either important or trivial enough to share. You would be surprised how often the only thing in my mind is the music that’s playing in the room, imaginary readers.
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