Time passes

Ah, me. Time passes, and no one hears.

I wonder if other bloggers feel this pain.

I write novels no one reads; pen blogs no one looks at.

So much of my time on this earth is, and has been, absorbed by what must be accounted as useless endeavour.

Do I waste my life?

Has my time here been without significance?

What is happening here? How can I understand the dynamic?

Is there anybody out there?

Or am I, at last, reduced to Descartes' formula. I think, therefore I am. But I have no idea about you.

Did I make you up? Is this discourse in an echo chamber? Did you all die several light years ago? Am I alone in this universe?

Fall is such a difficult season for cats, isn't it? Too much rain, too much gloomy weather and too few mice.

Ah, me.