This is the part of the website where the blog (or blague) can happen. Mostly the sort of thing that will happen here will be nothing, if I'm going to be completely honest with you (you?)—and I see no reason not to be, seeing as "you" are probably not even there to read this—"you" who I must, in a sense, make-believe are there in order to write this, which I guess isn't so very different from any other instance of communication—which is all to say that I have enough places where I can pretend "you" are listening and this will (hopefully) not be another one. What this will be will be a place to probably post upcoming events or things like that maybe, maybe the odd quote perhaps, perhaps a now and again message to Chloe should her phone die, things like that, and probably not things like this, this sort of thing where I try and fail to explain something that really doesn't need to be explained... Here's where they get you though. If I tell you—I'm sorry! "you"—that I don't intend to put very many things on this here blog, "you" will have no reason to come here and check to see if there's anything new to read, and thus this "you" will become increasingly ensconced in quotation marks, i.e. increasingly not there, which will make my job of pretending you are there, upon which, let's face it, even posting upcoming events depends, even more difficult to sustain. Perhaps this is why any blog is also a blague on the one who writes it. Maybe there will be posts and maybe there won't be. Everything is a lie so long as language is involved, and this post (and any other) is no exception.