Our identities are necessary illusions – we never stop attempting to patch them up and to provide them with some plausibility but they are always threatening to fall into dereliction and to explode with unresolved contradictions.
John Mepham, Virginia Woolf: A Literary Life
Though I have never maintained a blog, I read a lot of blogs. And somehow after reading a particular blog, I get a sense of familiarity with the blogger. I cannot help creating patches of the blogger’s identity upon reading his or her random thoughts online. But in a world which acknowledges the existence of a fake blog and a fictionalized real blog, I should know that the identity and personality of the blogger can never be fully established.
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