"...well there are goblins and goblins, and not all of them are bad though, for some like myself can be quite friendly too..." said the goblin not knowing what to write next in this introduction, perhaps that bit about himself being a working father living in geneva, etc., though all that was just his dailylife again, no barring as to who he felt himself to be inside now, saying "...no, the trouble with forumland is that, once one is here, one starts to sees oneself as two diverging selves of one's dailylife-self being a series of downhill retrenchments that leaves one ever more incapacitated, alone, and old there, as opposed to one's internet-self, one's persona than, which grows ever more fluid, capable, and imaginative here...", the goblin reached over the breakfast table for his coffee cup to fuel his next bit, continuing "...so does it all boil down to a question of
is the written work the author while the author is still writing it, where this persona is the part I play for myself here on forumland, a persona which I hide in my dailylife, having just as much right to claim to be me as the person reflected in the mirror has, perhaps both mes are me like two sides of the same coin striding either states then...", but by now the goblin's coffee was drunk, the question too, sounded as intrusive as the painful air that slowly peculated through the walls, perhaps even underlining the view form the window now of an unforgiving iced up city held firmly trapped under the bitterest of freezingly cold stark days, just someone trapped in dailylife then, "...oh no, that is not all of me there, for I will be more than these surroundings now, that much I promise..." concluded the goblin writing this post as if to prove it to himself, that indeed his persona was him too, and even moreso at times
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