A ghost standing on the Garbage of million pages

It is my vision of a writer : standing alone on the garbage of papers, we call manuscripts, books, journals and the bones of other writers whom he demeaned. If such a writer is remembered by a handful of people that is his crowning immortality. Many of course don't deserve such immortality as there is beeline and rat race to enlist over the decades. After the slavery of service they strive to beca pen pusher, in other word, a writer to be immortal quickly with minimum effort. In many cases such immortality is thrust upon the undeserved by the govt, media, institutions.