Kafka.

[Atrona Grizel]

I do not write for masses, nor for applause. I write because the words insist on existing, even if they vanish unread. But if you, somewhere, find and feel them—give a sign. I do not need many. I need one. This is not a call for company. It is a signal. Some will notice and ignore it; others will never even perceive it. If you are one of the few for whom it resonates, you already know what to do.

Go beyond the heart emoji. It is nothing more than a mark of superficial interaction and indifferent consumption. I have written hundreds of comments to numerous people on various platforms, and that emoji—or a mere “reply”—was the only thing I got.

I do not write these texts to see whether they are “approved” by others, because they are already self-evident to me. It does not matter if everyone else opposes them. I care so little about external opinion, for it is not what I am seeking anyway. I have no need for your words to make myself ruminate. I only ask whether you receive a “signal” within them: Do you see it too? What is meant for me will recognize me, and the rest is of no concern.