< On Impossible Standards (of the Self-Inflicted Variety)
Sometimes I read stuff on the small Internet and think about how the author will never know how invested I was in reading their work. I consider sending an email, and then usually just move on. Almost sad in a way, for an artist to go unnoticed about how they actually mattered to someone at some point in even the smallest amount. I read you dear writer.
Thanks, this really does mean a lot. And if you ever want to e-mail, feel free to do so: messagedrop@zampano.anonaddy.com. If you'd like, my public PGP key is found on my profile: