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It’s a new way of working.
We are all apart. We are all in little bubbles. We are all on different levels. Nothing is constant.
One thing is constant.
New little windows that look like some MS DOS thing crossed with someone lost in the 90’s on IM.
ASL?
So that’s all everyone is glued to right now. Desperate to speak and hear about the people that are not here. Not so worried about the people that are here. Now we are in boxes. Now we are surrounded by Perspex the only way out is through these little windows.
Internet friends.
Things that are being said digitally may not reflect what is being said actually. It may effect a different version of the current reality.
I understand the peoples need to escape into these e:holes. I really do. It’s an addiction. I was addicted. I was totally addicted and then I was less addicted and there is no reason to be there now at all.
Uninstall.
The issue that I have is that I am not sure it is clear I have uninstalled. My persona may still be out there failing to respond to people that want to know things that they can’t find out anywhere else. Tapping away and not stopping to wonder why I am not replying. I am not replying because I am not there. You are knocking on the door of a house that I no longer live in.
And we were friends. And then you decided you didn’t want to be my friend and it hurt so I have done what I always do and got out my carpentry set and build a box. Four walls. A roof. A floor. Push you in it and nail it up. I can’t even hear you banging. Are you banging? Now you have another friend there is no need. You can lie in the grass and look at the sun and wait for everything to fall apart.
And it will.
And you will find you are in a box. Nailed shut. No little window to send people your thoughts on.
The darkness will fall again.
And repeat.
ASL?
I don’t even know what that means.

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