I’ve finally figured out what is so depressing and exhausting about reading blogs. I never learn anything new. I do, very often, read good stuff that I already know. It irritates and bores me that I knew most of it fifteen years ago too when the internet was a baby, and having partaken of it’s temptations to the fullest, I was busy learning to live outside of my culture, to conduct my life in a language I had never heard before.
I didn’t have the energy to speak up in a public forum then and now I am willing, but find a million someones have stolen my tongue. The revelation: I lived through the revolution. Now what?