This is fantastic. Two months or so ago I posted an essay I wrote on the anthropological and meta-mythic in h.g. wells’ time machine, placing it down gently and then backing away slowly on tiptoes. Today I rushed back into the room to smash my mailbox off its post with a shovel and piss on its grave but there were two comments! Two people stumbled across my essay that I might have mentioned something about to my wife or a friend but I never told anyone that a place existed where it could be seen by living beings - and they posted comments! Good day. Good day.

“I want to find good pop music. Help me please.”

Says a man whose name I cannot pronounce, neither can I make a successful attempt to spell it from memory because frankly I haven’t yet traveled through from the northern tip of India up to Russia, keeping west of the China bulge, up through the Middle East and finally to the foot of the Caucus Mountains in Southern Russia – a route whereupon I might hear with my physical ears similar phoenetics and only then start to recognize them as structures I can make sense of as names. The point is I don’t know him and he doesn’t know me and I’m not going to write him back so we can hang out at the music store wearing headphones and listening to top 40 and giving each other thumbs ups. The other message is at least kind and generous.

“Good afternoon! Kiev Escort information there. sex services men. Your Kyivska prostitute Rybka. You can visit my blog.”

Thanks Rybka, X’s and O’s back to the Ukraine.