Dear Lurker:
I don’t know who you are except by your country of origin, although even that could be spoofed. You read my blog for reasons I may never know (unless you’re a bot, in which case I can guess that you don’t really read my blog).
I will admit that I want to know who you are. First of all, I want to know for the same reasons that children launch a note in a bottle into the ocean and someone finds it on the shore 500 miles away and sends the child back a note. Or maybe it’s like sending Flat Stanley to your favorite aunt halfway across the country and she sends it on a series of local adventures and takes pictures. I have people from Turkmenistan and Russia and Portugal and Peru, and I want to see who I’ve rubbed elbows with — digitally at least.
I also want to know you because I want to hear your stories. My life is measured in others’ stories and I have had the pleasure of hearing many excellent stories. You have stories with power and poetry, or with humor, or with pathos — and I would love to hold those gifts in my hands.
Love,
Lauren
Words Like Me 