Friday, August 16, 2019
The writer's lament and olive branch
I know I have touched on this theme in this space before, but seeing as I write here often, daily, and for many years, six, I think it bears refreshing. It is a statement of principle, perhaps, at once both ill and pure. In other days, possibly, we can plumb the psychology of it, but today is for the sheer, raw, writer's feeling of it. It is a naked truth renewed. Read it in all its acid as you dare:
I hate everyone who is not reading this.
This is not a joke. Or a test. Or a playful use of the work "hate".
I hate everyone not reading this!
Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate hate, hate, hate.
Which, luckily, and with perfect reliability, does not include you.