23.07.2026
Dearest A.,
The obsessive reader is here always. Amongst these words. Imbibing, scrutinising, perhaps digesting. Do they savour these words? Or do they read feverishly to sate the irresistible hunger of knowing? One wonders who this obsessive reader is. Why they are drawn so. Are they strangers or known to us? Are they friends or enemies?
Yesterday again, the obsessive reader is reading. But how much can one put into these little letters? Honesty is excluded from this society. One cannot say anything otherwise they pounce upon you. It is the cancel culture. Those that are frank are fucked. Those that are candid are cancelled. Those that are honest are hanged.
All of the major events of my life, I am having to hide from my writing. The relationship? I speak nothing of it. Friends and acquaintances, they must perish from publication. All of life, the most important things in life, they would kill you for mentioning.
Therefore, the obsessive reader is not getting much, I’m afraid. The system of censorship, the conventions of this conformist and oppressive society, they have gotten in the way.
Perhaps you will ask me why I do not sate the appetite of this obsessive reader? Why I will not dare to demolish the demonic system of oppression and censorship? Because, my friend, the cost is too high. I am frugal. I am the epitome of frugality. You would have me die for truth? For them? I do not even know who this obsessive reader is. Here is the question. Is the obsessive reader the oppressive reader? There is no way of telling.
Yours,
S.
diary of a lone man 