There comes a time today when anyone who wishes to bring anything at all to public notice, be it goods to sell or books to publish or ideas to transmit, has to consider having a web site. With all the concomitant work and decisions on what to include and what to provide and who one’s target audience happens to be. That last is particularly difficult for writers who want everyone in he world to read them.
In deciding what to do of course we will all make our own decisions but for those of us who are describing ourselves the web site takes on part of our character – even if we wish to sell you something – this is an aspect of who we are. And much like the real ‘us’ the web page changes to project what we want you to know about ‘us’ and what we think you will be interested to know.
Which is odd because what the web site becomes is just another persona, just another series of self delusions and projected desires. Even mine where I don’t even show my whole face in my picture just my eyes. A if I too am looking for something in the page that actually is not there. The thought that pages such as these are our new immortality is frightening.
It is all strangely inadequate, strangely still a game, strangely not me.