I talk to a buddy on icq an hour twice a week . i spend hours on the phone . i make email and message board contributions. i am on this blogger daily. I am constantly talking to everyone. A gift of the our communication age . But i cannot help but think what if we run out of things to say. It seems like an endless commentary. Like a peanut gallery. Nothing new is said but information ,. some useful, some useless , mostly indifferent is absorbed .

That said i feel often real emotion when my Message Board mates tell me of death or marriage or love. And i tell them about mine. Maybe Blanche DuBois bon mot is more true then we thought. What could be wrong about depending on the kindness of strangers