Like how some days, there are all these people from Alaska and Germany and France and the Ukraine, reading stuff I write about summer days three years ago, or an even bunch of people all reading certain posts from years ago that I don't remember,
so I go read them and then remember, and then wonder how the bunch of them came to read that all at the same time on the same day, from way over there in that country.
It mystifies me.
Course I guess that's part of the charm of the internet and globalization and blogs; the choices and anonymity and discovery and finding stuff that fits for you.
Still, It's a bit of a mind blower, sitting here in this tiny place, which we all do, writing stuff that comes to us, and then some of us sticking that stuff on blogs,
where all these people you don't know decide I guess to share something,
and the bunch of them, maybe like a virtual sewing circle or book club, or carburetor club,
all gaze at the meanderings of somebody way over here, just quietly living a life, just like you.
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