What If Someone Set Up A Blog And Nobody Visited?

‘What’s up?’ I asked me.
‘I’m not sleeping,’ I said to me. ‘I just can’t sleep…’
‘Why not? Worried that you can’t get the basics right like a job or a relationship?’
‘Screw you. No, I’m worried that there are no more grand narratives.’
I stared at me. ‘What on earth do you mean?’
‘You know, that all certainties have now been demolished and we live in rootless culture running out of future.’
‘Drinking cocoa helps you sleep.’
‘That the media bombards us with an endless barrage of parodied emotions eroding our ability to formulate original empathy.’
‘Also Lemsip with honey.’
‘That we will have to create our own narratives on a local scale but we no longer know how.’
‘Or you could try watching a David Lynch film.’
‘I mean, how am I supposed to develop my own sub-plot in the absence of a coherent meta-narrative?’
‘Mulholland Drive has nudity.’
There was a Pinter pause while I stared at me.
‘Or maybe you can't sleep because you're too excited about Prince William getting engaged…?’
‘Actually, I read an interesting article on how many bedrooms there are in her parents’ house.’
‘Zzzzzzzzzzzzz…’