As I was contemplating the last letter, I noticed a fairly big problem.
The trick.
It didn’t work.
Once I sensed my intention to publish this letter, my writing changed—“when I had some kind of external audiences in mind,” indeed.
But who did I really intend to write for?
I mean, if I couldn’t get rid of the feeling that someone’s gonna read this, I probably should try to understand the essence of that “someone,” right?
I just wrote a short daily memo to you before going to bed.
I had to, or your brain may have dropped something important or precious by dawn.
Post-COVID brain fog is really infuriating, huh?
Nonetheless, writing that memo was actually fun—I didn’t have to think much, just letting whatever came to mind manifest through my fingers.
In a similar vein, I was shocked that people actually read my
Steam review of Citizen Sleeper.
The me of the past didn’t record how she composed this, but I saw minimal editing and fairly unpolished structure—signs that she didn’t think anyone would read it, and she was just posting it as a thank-you gesture to the developers.
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Hojin Koh