I heard a beautiful, difficult question today about social media, and I think it also extends beyond to socializing in general.
How much of our social life is connecting with others, and how much of it is performing for others or ourselves?
How much of it is a genuine connection that brings us together with people, and how much of it is creating an image, playing a role, acting the part, that we want, or need to?
At least here I feel these words are just going into the void, and they often are. Pebbles echoing down an empty well where no one ever hears the final splash. That’s why I can be myself in writing. I don’t have to perform for anyone, not even me.
Just like in a Murakami novel, I can slip into oblivion, descend into the darkness and quiet, and let my being dissolve into the emptiness.