Could it be, to put it more clearly, that it’s here that we all most closely resemble one another? Is this the closest thing we have to citizen power? Are we more companionable when we write on the internet? I have no answers; I’m merely stating the questions. And I enjoy writing here now. I don’t know whether it is more democratic, I only know that I feel the same as the young man with the wild hair and the round-rimmed glasses, in his early twenties, who was asking me the questions. For a blog, no doubt.
translated by Amanda Hopkinson & Daniel Hahn
Conversely, here I feel the same as the real, published writers – like Mr. Saramago. I wish I’d been a blogger when he was alive and posting, rubbing virtual shoulders with a Nobel Prize winner.
But he is still alive as long as people read his words.