repost from elsewhere the mouse's site, the topic of hearing noises within
“…ah, so welcome all you writers to your
shared life…” smiled the goblin liking that read there, then adding “…where well one might wish for fame and fortune now, and where instead it just seems ever this
journey to self in what one writes, for doesn’t what one writes out then writes itself back within oneself too, where the reader only ever gets to see those footprints of that journey then, and can move then on to others things wherever he wishes, but the writer, wretched creature that he just is, is left behind on a journey in that
shared life within him still…”, “…you waste your breath goblin…” intervened the slot at this point continuing “…for if someone reading this writes already then I guess they know that much by now, whereas if they don’t write, then how are they ever going to understand that the writer is just the victim of his pen here, an addict of his own addiction, I mean your fault goblin you created me and all this inner world too, this
shared life as you so like to call it, so now, the very least you could do is call over to the counter to order another coffee for us…”, the goblin’s hand went up accordingly, the bistro seemed empty, but somehow any peace and quiet within the goblin's mind at least had become a thing of some now distant past, “…oh, and don’t forget to ask Trailltrader what is having too, and rest assured goblin, if they're sane they won't read this far, whereas if they don't want sanity just let the post write itself…”, for yes, at least the slot in its way always tried to comfort the goblin in this folly
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