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fantasy story of Ryo Shihono :
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t. And it's getting more difficult as time goes on. For some
reason, I didn't care so much if strangers read about my innermost
thoughts, so long as no one I KNEW found out this stuff. But I've just
realized that I am getting to know "you people." Anonymously, sure,
but what does that matter? You've formed a mental image of me, just
like I have of some of you. Now if I shock and disappoint you, I care.
Now it matters what you think of me. In fact, I just turned beet red
thinking about the end of Column One. Well, not BEET red, maybe
fuchsia. Which has got to be the most carefully spelled color in the
midwest, possibly the world. I could NEVER confront anyone that had
read Column One and knew all that about me. Except Jay.
But Ryo's e it is, the beginning at least, almost unedited:
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