why one posts i guess

the goblin was here again, in that nightly recurrent moment before his bedtime with that same old feeling of not wanting to let go without posting something out of himself into the slot here, "...you see, a well formed opinion is one of life's last luxuries isn't it..." he would just say to himself as if there was really any choice about it now, before adding "...anyway, this last post idea is much like a state of mind where whatever happens in one's dailylife one posts something, anything, as if in a one more post for the road idea ...", but the slot was laughing at the goblin now, saying "...look goblin, surely you can't expect anyone else to understand what you say when you yourself don't really understand neither...", so the goblin laughed too, and let go for a moment, knowing that he couldn't really let it go though, simply the last post idea, or that one more post for the road idea then, remained both habitual and hauntingly recurrent however much he didn't actually understand he meant by it