Sad Spam Comment

Most of the comments I get on this blog are spam.  I mark them as such, and they get deleted.  Every time I mark one, I think about the digital tidal wave of spam and wonder about the day when I’ll give up doing this.

This morning, a poignant bit of foamy spray flew off of the tidal wave and landed in my inbox.  I imagined a frustrated writer pounding away at a grimy beige keyboard, in a country where coffee is grown and cigarettes are smoked indoors, awash with this tidal wave of futility, practicing her craft in spam comments for 18 hours a day.

Comment:

I myself personally in the midst of the whole works discovered somewhere down pretty much sad.

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