A clear hooray on the subtle, new look of my site, and despite that I could go on cheering myself on in the mirror – for what words are reflection – my mind had pondered a more unobtrusive, ethical problem with the new concept.
Blogs used to be the digital expression of thoughts, a diary on a screen so to speak, and even if there was little to talk about (for everyone who ever had the joy of reading their old diaries from beginning to end will know that repetitions are frequent and make for little joyful reading), it seemed a slow form of communicating with one’s readers. One forms words, strings them into sentences, makes them magically appear on a web page and awaits comments to open up a dialog.
Don’t you tell me that’s how writing simply works.
Something has changed, hasn’t it? Something has inadvertently turned into the opposite. News report of “increased speed” in communications and how our concentration minimises by the day. Others, who felt it worth putting together a history of blogging, claim blogging became simply “mainstream”.
Perhaps most of us have forgotten how much courage it took man to pass through the hedge that we allowed to grow to protect us – yet it is necessary to look at what we were once part of.
And even writers aren’t immune to the wave sweeping them into the 21st century – and down the tunnels along history.
But was it not us? was it not us who allowed this to happen?