Dear readers, how did you come here and why do you read this?
Every day I feel like quitting. I want thousands of readers or none.
I suffer from illusions of grandeur. Or I don't really suffer, I just have them.
But you, the 200 or so that stop by here every day, what do you want to read about? Where do you live, what do you do?
I don't know why I write here, I think I like the prospect of conserving my days and life.
You are my end consumers. what do you want?
-your king
