A bit of the other
When you smile into a camera, who are you smiling at? When you�write a letter to the internet�or a mailing list, who are you writing to? When you put a picture on the internet, who are you showing it to?
Have we known all along about the conversation? Has it always been there, an itch on the underside of our subconscious? All those thousands of years we spent trying to deal with our lonliness... didn't we always know that we are never truly alone?
Self and Other. Words that philosophers have struggled with for centuries. Words that we have struggled with for�millenia. They identify something in the real world - you and me - but they are also abstract contradictions. There can be no me without you. How can I understand myself without understanding you? How can I know myself without knowing you?
Who am I writing to?
Who are you?