I write.
Just like that.
Don't have to nake a living from it.
It would nevertheless be nice if I had more readers.
Why nevertheless? Despite what?
Nice for whom? The readers?
You see, I am also not entirely gentle with myself.
Who am I actually? A young man recently asked me about my identity. I don't know.
Identity! That is ridiculous. I don't even know if I exist at all.
But something is there.
Otherwise these words wouldn't be here.
The words exist.
If you read them.
And I?