Common

Write! But why? There are people, it appears, who are hungry, hungry for words. But surely those kind of people have enough going on in their own heads to keep them busy. But seemingly not, though yes, they do have enough going on in their own heads to keep them even more than busy, but those words fail to nourish, provide no sustenance, and so they are still hungry, famished even. But what can they expect from me of all people? Will they be full after a helping of whatever appears here, satiated for a time, or will they end up flinging the plate from them in disgust into the farthest corner, speaking metaphorically, of course.

But perhaps they will be satiated. That which is hungry hungry no longer, for a while. After all, speaking in my defence, the words that appear here are not quite what tends to appear elsewhere... the writing rather, the words are common enough, maybe even more than common, too common. One might even call the lack of style a conscious lack of style. And why? Is it stubbornness, an unwillingness to please, a desire to negate, or is that all a bit unfair? Perhaps it's in the interests of realism. But I think we can discount that straight away. What kind of realism appears here? Unless it's a different kind of realism, a higher kind. But if it's higher, why would it almost go out of its way to appear lower?