Where paths have never been crossed

I think if there can be such a thing as a semiotic reading of people's blogs, then maybe it is quite possible for people to blog with a particular 'horizon' of audience in mind. The blogger is the author, the text signifies the author's world, and the contents are written in a way by which the author wants the audience to interpret in a particular manner. Reading friend's blog can be celebrative and alienating at the same time. You celebrate because you identify with, and participate in, the author's world. But the same act of celebration instructs you of the limited possibilities by which you can ever 'truly' participate in the author's world. You gaze at the screen with a particular despair, and the screen becomes the locus of your mediation between reality and representation. You see, the subject that is being represented in the screen, speaks of a reality that is quite out of reach, out of bound, out of touch. Maybe this is how I feel when, on days when I'm kay poh, would survey the archived records of other friend's blogs. It is quite illuminating because a cursory glance across an archived period of say, 12 months, would make you realize that the author, usually unintended, has already signified a world that you can never participate. Your real paths have never crossed each other, but the represented paths do share a certain history together, at least within cyber space, where everyone shares a certain public signified objectivity of themselves. Sometimes, you will actualize the represented by meeting up with the author of the blog. But maybe I am just playing with mirror; it has never been the real deal.

The above photo was taken in a train ride to Poland. One of the slightly longer journeys that we undertook.