The finals have finished.
We've got nothing to do.
I take out my computer.
I write.
A friend looks at me.
"Watcha doing?", he says.
I just say two words:
"I write"
He stares at me.
I see my words bouncing
inside his head.
"I write", "I write", "I write"
He looks at my screen.
He reads one sentence.
He looks at me.
"I'd never read that", he says
I'm angry, yet I want to laugh.
Would he read anything?
Would he understand my writing
with reading one sentence?
I don't say that.
I only say, almost laughing: "I don't care.
I don't write for you to read.
I just write"
He looks at me as if I'm insane.
Maybe I am.
But I don't care.
I write for the screen.
I write for the sheet.
That is my audience.
They'll never criticize me
for writing.
For those who won't do that—
and also for nobody but for the world itself—
for those, I write.