“I am alone and they are everyone” (31) (Zane Mandell)

I ask again: Who is the witty writer? I believe that after discussion we will be able to find out a collective idea on the subject of the diarist. But can we ever truly know? I ask a related question: Does one ever know oneself? For now I will simply leave it there as discussion will bring this topic about again and allow the topic to bloom.

The entire makeup of our being lies on the ability to communicate with one another. Without communication of one to another, the one unable to communicate has no use. Without use there is no reason to act, it just is. While it is often ineffective, all of us try to be heard. Most of us are not heard. The speaker who hides underground has chosen to be that way. While it is evident that he lacks natural social abilities, he spites the idea of coming out from underground. Throughout he still acts as if he is speaking to no one, just writing for the “relief” (28) of it. He is alone. He peers out and sometimes catches himself before he gets lost in it all. Does he scour upon the rest? Does envy the rest? Is it a combination of the two? Some questions are better left unanswered.