Saturday, October 1
At some point in a certain kind of life, you realize that you’ve become unutterably boring. Not that things of consequence have altogether stopped happening, or that you’ve lost interest in what you’re doing, necessarily – just that it all becomes sort of submerged and uncommunicable, where it’s not just static. A friend will get in touch for the first time in a year or two and you’ll realize: I have literally nothing to tell this person about my life.
You, the Internet, are sort of like that friend. Lately I think that I should write something. And then I think, yeah, like, I could talk about how I got up today and thought about databases and felt pretty good about myself ‘cause I made coffee before I left the house. The Internet would find that fascinating.