not off the grid !
oh, internet!
what else has the power to bring you allllll the way back to those rolling perspectives? those days that have since been shook off & shelved. barely whispered about. carried around like a cross. those times that are remembered - faintly - and then all at once, one more time, with a single image accessible to anyone and now to me. what might lies in the form! an arm around an arm and sets of knowing eyes (and smiles) should not be so strong to pull up those old wants. those ghosts. especially since the context of those times was understood as momentary.
perhaps the strength lies in its cyber immortality, for it has since taken on a fixed state of permanence and voyeurism. the transcendence and complete disregard of all that has been learned in a year can be captured by a single lens and fixed to a wall. what is dead can actually be quite alive on the internet. and it can live forever
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oh, the fear of irrelevance!
how quickly validated we are by it all! it is the proof that I was there & you were there & someone else has seen it too & can see it again whenever they want. It was captured and added to the system of symbols and significance. the bank of all banks. it narrates us, a little.
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on the eve of freedom, with a mind (and mouse) that wanders knowingly into emotionally volatile and unchartered territories, I have been thinking about the distances (or lack thereof) between cyberspace and social relationships. between here and there, my bed and yours, her body and mine. Though futile by now (as I have worn it around, down and out), I was just struck by the magnitude and depth of this paradoxical marriage. & I wondered how it will continue to make me feel when I click it again in weeks, months, years, from now.
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timing may be everything, but the internet is another matter entirely.
back to the books, Loco
what else has the power to bring you allllll the way back to those rolling perspectives? those days that have since been shook off & shelved. barely whispered about. carried around like a cross. those times that are remembered - faintly - and then all at once, one more time, with a single image accessible to anyone and now to me. what might lies in the form! an arm around an arm and sets of knowing eyes (and smiles) should not be so strong to pull up those old wants. those ghosts. especially since the context of those times was understood as momentary.
perhaps the strength lies in its cyber immortality, for it has since taken on a fixed state of permanence and voyeurism. the transcendence and complete disregard of all that has been learned in a year can be captured by a single lens and fixed to a wall. what is dead can actually be quite alive on the internet. and it can live forever
-------
oh, the fear of irrelevance!
how quickly validated we are by it all! it is the proof that I was there & you were there & someone else has seen it too & can see it again whenever they want. It was captured and added to the system of symbols and significance. the bank of all banks. it narrates us, a little.
-------
on the eve of freedom, with a mind (and mouse) that wanders knowingly into emotionally volatile and unchartered territories, I have been thinking about the distances (or lack thereof) between cyberspace and social relationships. between here and there, my bed and yours, her body and mine. Though futile by now (as I have worn it around, down and out), I was just struck by the magnitude and depth of this paradoxical marriage. & I wondered how it will continue to make me feel when I click it again in weeks, months, years, from now.
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timing may be everything, but the internet is another matter entirely.
back to the books, Loco
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