So? What do you have to say?

Nothing much I guess. It's getting harder and harder to—

Is this going to be an entry about not being able to write an entry? Becasue if it is—

Well, I hope it's not...

Because if it is, I'm telling you, that's going to be too meta for anyone to digest.

Ah, who cares! They're not that many reading anyway.

Yeah, but what good does it make?

I don't know! That's why I'm doing it.

So...?

Well, look, see, I had been making entries to this thing here for about—what? two months?—without a break...

Uh-huh...

Well and I—I was starting to get tired because it turned out to be a lot of work...

Yeah...

...but mostly because I didn't want to put anything of me on it.

What do you mean? Like, telling about your life?

I guess so. But mostly... mostly... I don't know, it's all so confusing!

So why do you go on?

I guess because I want to believe there's some reason to go on.

Do you realize you aren't making any more sense now than when you started?

Yeah, I know.

All right then, let's start again: Why are you here?

I guess to find out why am I here.

That's another dead end.

Maybe... Maybe—

We haven't gotten anywhere yet; and it's getting late.

Look! All I'm saying is—I guess I no longer know why I started this and maybe I need to go back and figure why I came here in the first place.

So?

So: I guess I came here because I thought I had something to say about—about the world, about life, about the way I see things.

So? Do you see them any clearer?

I don't know...

There we go again!