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On Audiences
5/6/24
Who do we create for?
I write letters for people who will never read them
Again and Again
making for myself
an imagined audience
to keep me company
through the act of self-expression
Over and Over
enabling the compulsion
to compel virtual witness
to my performances
of birth
and self-immolation
But these imagined audiences are more than just
blank slates upon which to project myself onto
they are black holes
within which
I am allowed to
disappear,
entirely
The act of creation is a selfish one and
done for myself, unreservedly
But it must be noted
that "myself"
is very often less a person
than it is a valley of ghosts
sitting in an empty field
conversing amongst themselves