A print book in a digital world.






















































Ssshhhhh....
you weren't suppose to see this.
This is where my thoughts are hiding on the Internet.
Let's just pretend this never happened, ok?











































































Wow. Way to keep scrolling.
You're sort of bored, huh?
Or are you just curious?
I guess it's ok to be curious.
It happens to everyone.

































































From time to time, I mean.
Come on now, how much more can you go on?
I told you. Nothing to see here.
Black is a lovely color, isn't it?






































































I think you think there's going to be something to see here, eventually. I think we're all attracted to a little bit of mystery.
Or not. I'm guessing. I don't really know. But probably.

















































































This far down, nobody can see us.
It's just you and me.
Except I'm a voice in your head.
And you're not a voice in your head.
Or wait.
I'm a voice in your head but in your voice.





















That's just weird.















































I was wondering, what are you doing right now?
I mean, besides this. Where are you?



























































Do you wonder where I am?
What I am doing?
I can tell you.
It's probably not safe for children.








































































Well, enough's enough. Until it's more than enough. Or an Alice Cooper song.









































Maaaaaybe it's time to stop now.
Don't want things to get needlessly awkward before we've even met. Let's just say ... the secret password is funny bunny.
If you say, "funny bunny" in conversation, like for example,
"My, that is quite a funny bunny on the front page of the New York Times today," I'll know we met here.
Deal?












































Still not satisfied?
Geez.
How much secret typing does a girl have to put out?
The buck ends here. For now.
diefatislistening@gmail.com.





























































Gotcha.