I’ll come home alone. I’ll browse the internet and hear about interesting things but never do them. I’ll learn about cool people but never meet them. I’ll listen to music and never be able to play it like I want to play it. I’ll daydream and the dream will seem so real and so possible that I can taste it. I will become enveloped by it, at least temporarily, and everything will seem all right. And then a couple of days will go by, and I’ll forget, or get stressed out, or get sad, and all of that (those dreams) will go away.This advances this recurring thought I’ve been having about the Internet as an addiction, pure and simple. More akin to sugar than heroin, but a monkey on my back at times nonetheless. A generally pleasant monkey, though.
internet, lately....really boring actually,
We all have our moments of web-obsessed weakness, but I’ve totally been meeting some really fantastic people lately, who...
the internet, the O.S
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