Is this blog dead?
If not, am I dead?
Who is the fiend tapping away on his keyboard even as we speak?
Are we really speaking if you don’t even utter a word?
Who are you anyway?
Why do you sit there, a mute spectator, even as I make a fool of myself getting more and more entangled in the web of all these questions?
Why do I feel the need to confide in you, a dumb, mute, indifferent, laconic, sneering spectator and why do I feel the most comfortable I have ever felt while doing so?