Where does it all go

I love a personal essay. It’s my favourite thing to read on Medium. I’ve even tried to curate my recommendations to see just that, but no luck so far.

Of course we put a lot of words on the internet, but essays about self / to self are a special way to experience someone.

Tonight I‘m listening to Emmit Fenn because Ada recommended it. Ada doesn’t know me, but she writes to me.

When you take a piece of yourself and put it on the internet, where does it all go? Well, some of it comes to me. And some of that becomes me.