item #0051

I think of things whilst you come and go. On no account am I exceptional, I know. My insatiable desire to unexcite makes me both available to others and exempts me from being so. I am here, online, in process. It has to be enough for now. Meanwhile, all around, strangers serve their needs - in imaginative detail and via cyber fantasy, in some intelligent darkside under instruction. I feel exposed, misremembered. I remain, looking forward but self-serving. My identity and details will be passed-by. No report of my general activities will emerge.

If this sounds weird to you, please don't waste my time writing about your opinion.