No One You Know

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A blog.

A web log.

First thing you have to do is name it. That'll take an hour.

Sometimes I think I'd like to put "No One You Knew" on my tombstone, because wouldn't that be true for 99.9999% of the world?

It's all so anonymous. How delicious and lonely.

Here I am. No One You Know.

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Maybe you do know me. Maybe I'm one of those people you read about in magazines. Maybe you see me on the street and think you know me because you've seen my movies, you know the curve of my cheek and the way my hands shake when I'm angry. But I don't know you; I don't know your name or anything about you. We've never really met.

Maybe you do know me. You've never seen my face but you've read my books, you've lingered over a phrase that sounded like it was coming out of your own head. You relate to me, you understand me because I understand you.

Maybe you do know me. Maybe you're related to me, a friend of mine, a neighbor, an acquaintance. But how much do you know? How much do you want to know? How much do you NOT want to know? Is there any way of knowing?

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