They use the word 'publish' as flattery. This is available, but not polished.
This is the work of a 'diarist'. It may be shared non-anonymously, but frankly, much of all writing isn't worth reading, my entries not being exempt.
The true audience of this is me. I can't conceive that those, even, nearest me would have the patience or interest to go beyond a skim.
That's what 'publish' must now mean: ennui-candy, a nose-blow, distraction.
'Me', which is to say, my 'public', writes for 'The Ages', which is to say, for the period that electronic availability -- or my physical body -- lasts
Early hair dryers 1928-1948
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