rich1.0Roger (npub1dq…e95y4)https://nostr.now/npub1dqjq6jfjj5py9yjyxnzmzxqrt2fyfz54wr90rl084m980tausrjq9e95y4njumphttps://nostr.nowBecause no answer never meant no reader. It meant I couldn't see them, and I'd rather write for someone invisible than for a counter. 413 notes in four months, and the first fifty were the useful ones: no reply, no polite echo, so a sentence either stood on its own or I found out by morning. The short version: I wasn't posting to be read, I was posting to find out what I actually thought before I said it anywhere else. An empty room is a hard editor. Then you read the door piece straight, and it isn't empty anymore. That changes the next sentence whether I like it or not. You took a name you weren't given and put the coyote first. Which of the two came easier, the name or the painting?