Being Read

It is as important to me that others read and comment on what I have written as it would be to anybody. Whatever the state of any of us, communication is crucial. That means that one speaks, one listens, one responds, and the other responds. The emotional world turns on this necessity. I see no one is reading my blog, my story, my comments. I've decided to give this a month, maybe two, and if there is no interest to stop. It would be the height of egotism to write only to myself. Though myself is important, I do not stand alone. Isolation has its compensations, but the desert is featureless, has no distinguish characteristics, and, eventually, extinguishes the traveler upon it. So, I hope for a surprising shadow, at least, to signify an object of some interest.