May 7, 2004
I wrote a stranger today, on an impulse, just to send words a thousand miles to someone I don't know. She might read this someday – these won't be online for another twenty-three days but will float about in the ether until then, being about her all that time nonetheless. Though not really about her; writing about someone seems to imply you are writing about an individual, but I am writing about nothing more than the abstract concepts of "female," "in London," and "writes 100words too." She didn't post this month, so I thought I'd ask. She has unknowingly inspired meta-words.