Pentru cine scriem?

Spicuiesc din cartea secolului XX:

”The thing that he was about to do was to open a diary. [...] Winston fitted a nib into the penholder and sucked it to get the grease off. The pen was an archaic instrument, seldom used even for signatures, and he had procured one, furtively and with some difficulty, simply because of a feeling that the beautiful creamy paper deserved to be written on with a real nib instead of being scratched with an ink-pencil. Actually he was not used to writing by hand. Apart from very short notes, it was usual to dictate everything into the speak-write which was of course impossible for his present purpose. He dipped the pen into the ink and then faltered for just a second. A tremor had gone through his bowels. To mark the paper was the decisive act. In small clumsy letters he wrote:

April 4th, 1984.

[...]

For whom, it suddenly occurred to him to wonder, was he writing this diary? For the future, for the unborn. His mind hovered for a moment round the doubtful date on the page, and then fetched up with a bump against the Newspeak word doublethink. For the first time the magnitude of what he had undertaken came home to him. How could you communicate with the future? It was of its nature impossible. Either the future would resemble the present, in which case it would not listen to him: or it would be different from it, and his predicament would be meaningless.

For some time he sat gazing stupidly at the paper. [...] For weeks past he had been making ready for this moment, and it had never crossed his mind that anything would be needed except courage. The actual writing would be easy. All he had to do was to transfer to paper the interminable restless monologue that had been running inside his head, literally for years. At this moment, however, even the monologue had dried up.” (George Orwell, Nineteen Eighty-Four)

Astăzi vă las cu un text care aparține altcuiva, lui George Orwell, cel care a reușit să descrie în ’48 o realitate din ’84. Cu siguranță voi reveni asupra cărții, dar pentru moment mă rezum la  textul de mai sus.

Îmi place cum e descris sindromul paginii goale. Mă blochez și eu adesea la vederea ”Enter title here”, cu peniță sau tastatură, unele trăiri sunt aceleași. Altele, cum ar fi culoarea și mirosul hârtiei, sunt incomparabile. Este și motivul pentru care nu aș achiziționa un Kindle niciodată.

Acum adresez două întrebări. Pentru bloggeri: Voi pentru cine scrieți? Pentru non-bloggeri (nu știu cum altfel să numesc categoria): Voi cum comunicați cu viitorul?