On Social Networking
January 20, 2011 § Leave a comment
I am not ready for all this future. I have been caught off guard. I did not prepare myself. I am sure this will not end well.
We exist so much we shouldn’t be this lonely. I had gotten used to slow-moving light. And sometimes some time to think. And the way we could say so much. And now I have nothing but a fuzzy memory and the sense that I’ve woken up in a room without doors or windows, packed with people, all screaming. And I think it is moving, somehow, but of course there is no way to know for sure.
The whole thing might be beautiful if only it weren’t real. I suppose that’s true for most ugly things, now isn’t it?