May 3, 2004
He called this my secret diary. I don't consider it a diary, and it certainly isn't secret: everyone online can read it, even if very few people know who I am in the physical world. His comment highlights an interesting quandary that I've found myself in sometimes, more as of late than before: what if my meditations on the most remarkable thing that happens all day (which is what I want this to be) is so intensely personal I am not comfortable revealing it to even those few who know me? Obfuscation, vagueness and metaphor only can do so much.