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.