From: Nichelle
Date: 13 September 2007
Subject: through the filter
I can see you with your colored pencils ard a glass of
Pricend or a beetle of Val policella with a look Of Con stei nation On
your face a furrowed how and a grand and ova along Scase Of Nostal gra.
Some days I miss it too.
From: SAGReiss
Date: 31 January 2010
Subject: Readership
As you may have noticed, I'm turning the site into a paperless (& quite possibly toothless) weapon in the political war I'm waging on C the G & the French government. I can tell that I've got at least someone's attention. Google kindly informs me that local hits (routed through Lyon) total 30 in as many days. The next highest city is New York, at 5. Return traffic on the site as a whole represents 25% of the total, but 95% from Lyon. (I've filtered the stats so as not to count my own visits.) Very few people in France understand that what appears on a website might be meaningful, but I write only for a few people, the eight of you, my friends, and I'm never sure who's listening. She can't read yet, but the only reader who really matters is the Rose of Ardony. Move out the way, motherfuckers.
This is
a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely
coincidental.