The Experience- on blogging and the internet
Blog 2
and I don't know if there's anybody out there. Who am I speaking to? Who's going to read this? and why?
How do I get people to read my blog and do I deserve their attention?
I had considered sending the blog's link to everyone I know but thought I'd give it a week, wait and see what the internet does on its own. Doesn't seem to have done much. My blog, this little piece of me, published on the internet for everyone to read, appears to have sat as lonely and unread as the journal under my bed. I'd almost feel safe typing my deepest darkest secrets- but not quite.
I will also admit that the internet does not feel completely different. It's as if there are a million things going on behind closed doors and when I get there, the meeting has dispersed and everyone's gone. Of coarse, on the internet, they're all still there and coming and going constantly but give the impression of absence. The myth of solitude pervades every corner of its web like the feelings of issolation in a great city. And, like all great cities, there is the overwhelming fantasia of great sites to visit and things to learn that sometimes become a blessed burden too heavy for the amateur to bear. She is forced, by the feelings of her own smallness, to go home.
I am going home today, but only for a rest.
I have not given up on the internet or this blog. Most likely, you are reading this because I have sent you the link. I eagerly await your feedback, in any form, concerning anything discussed here.
Yours truly and sincerely
TechnoPhyle
and I don't know if there's anybody out there. Who am I speaking to? Who's going to read this? and why?
How do I get people to read my blog and do I deserve their attention?
I had considered sending the blog's link to everyone I know but thought I'd give it a week, wait and see what the internet does on its own. Doesn't seem to have done much. My blog, this little piece of me, published on the internet for everyone to read, appears to have sat as lonely and unread as the journal under my bed. I'd almost feel safe typing my deepest darkest secrets- but not quite.
I will also admit that the internet does not feel completely different. It's as if there are a million things going on behind closed doors and when I get there, the meeting has dispersed and everyone's gone. Of coarse, on the internet, they're all still there and coming and going constantly but give the impression of absence. The myth of solitude pervades every corner of its web like the feelings of issolation in a great city. And, like all great cities, there is the overwhelming fantasia of great sites to visit and things to learn that sometimes become a blessed burden too heavy for the amateur to bear. She is forced, by the feelings of her own smallness, to go home.
I am going home today, but only for a rest.
I have not given up on the internet or this blog. Most likely, you are reading this because I have sent you the link. I eagerly await your feedback, in any form, concerning anything discussed here.
Yours truly and sincerely
TechnoPhyle
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