Death

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?

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