we've met many good people, and spiders, and dogs, on this bridge. i was talking with r. about my ideal reader, how it was her, then s. then mom. and so on. but, it would be a composite, i suppose, i'm supposing one. maybe there is no ideal reader, that would be too much to ask anyone who was their own person, and wanted to be their own ideal reader, and that is just yourself. and i thought i am the one i want, i want to read this thing like a reader would. i want to discover me. now i think, a reader is like a bridge. you never know who will come along. who might be smiling when you pass.