rev·e·nant/ˈrevəˌnäN/
Noun: A person who has returned, esp. supposedly from the dead.
There are a a few things you should know about me. I frown across the table, as I take off my glasses and clean them. The words are worn out.
Yes, I'm afraid this Web Log is going to be anonymous, in the great internet tradition. But people find it very, very difficult to relate to anyone without knowing where they're coming from. People like to see a face, ideally. I know I do. It mitigates a great deal of discomfort. The formlessness of a voice, alone, can be disorienting. For me it can be haunting. A human figure also makes it easier to cast the voice adrift if you need to. To disconnect it from plausibility, discarding it as a candidate for truth. We all have our unique prejudices; most of which are impossible to put into words.
That being said what if you decided that you and I were just about as similar as two individuals could be, at least on everything which matters. What then if I said something you didn't agree with, something distasteful, even distressing? Am I then a different person? Are you?
I'm in my mid twenties and I live in a city in England. I'm male, unmarried. I have no special dietary preferences. Truthfully I would have left out some or potentially all of those facts if I didn't think they'd come out sooner rather than later.
That's enough drama for now. I've got a tone in mind for the rest of this blog and this is not it.
Why did I decide to write a blog? We're different people to different people. None of my friends and family will (likely) read this. It seemed to me that talking to strangers was a good way forward. More therapeutic perhaps. It seemed like a good way to get back on my feet.
Who should read this? Anyone with a sense of humour. I'd prefer it if you were the kind of person who takes what he/she reads away with them. By that I mean if I do or say something which you couldn't do or say yourself: use it. Talk about things. Mention the unmentionable.
The realist in me expects that if I get any traffic at all it'll come from an arbitrary key word connection in one, unremarkable post, which by some freak accident is unserviced by the machine. The vast majority of surfers will find my blog, like most blogs, to be obscure and entirely irrelevant to what they were looking for and will scroll on. But some will be hooked by some detail of what they're reading and will read more, tangential to whatever path they were previously on. Caught in the gravity of my baron little world they'll read on and wonder how all this began, wonder what was the source of all this madness? So I've put this sign up, very carefully and deliberately (though not as carefully or deliberately as I probably should have) to look like the beginning. I'll be lucky if it's all spelled and punctuated properly.
What's really going to bake my noodle is that if this is true – if almost no one will be reading this from the beginning – then I'm talking to people who are here because of something I haven't even said yet. Talking to people from the future? Yikes.
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