Sunday 14 June 2009

Notebook 065

People are using computer screens as their windows. Myspace has become the pubs for digital youth with the legends being the alcoholics. More often than not it's to give themself a sense of belonging they don't get in real life. 'The only gay in the village' syndrome for a patchwork sense of uniqueness applied to self. Pretending to care about people they've only glanced at once and more often than not, not at all. Ghosts feeding ghosts to not feel so bad about being dead. Give me cold, ho, wrinkled and spit anyday over your most clever arrangement of pixels because if you're making your world behind a montior screen, you're making a glass cage for yourself. You may be able to see the most wonderous of sights but surely the torment of 'you can look but can't touch, smell or hear' is too much not to not feel a sense of imprisonment?

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