16.10.11

log in.

it occurred to a few weeks back when my internet went out that I am wandering this weird, tacky, disease infested jungle - tying myself with wires and avatar pictures. Clinging to anonymous people and 140 replies from strangers all over the world. And once I exit - I exit.
  • There are traces of who I am, 
  • What I think, 
  • What I believe and what I ate last night, 
if I died tomorrow how would any of the people I talk with online even know about it? Who would inform them?

where does it go from here? what do any of these 'relationships' we develop online mean. sure some of them transpire into something more, but often it dangles on friendly detachment strings. nice enough to talk about your day, distant enough that you don't know the person's last name. it is cold and often patronizing.