It's been a while, the loss of a internet connection meant more trips to the MacDonalds than should be allowed, I keep my wallet in my pocket and my money in my wallet just to make an effort with it all. The general flavour is more of a cheeseburger than say a chicken burger.
The feeling or addiction of being connected, I know it well and like the worse kind of vices you can never really go clean by drip feeding yourself of it. Heroin or no heroin, cigarettes or no cigarettes, drink or no drink. It's rare to meet someone in between, able to check his/her facebook wall just the one time in the day or even better once a week. The thing is for all the interesting things to massage our retinas or to make our brains click ever harder, the rest is either garbage or a form of detrius that people seem to love more and more. The label 'junk' which is both a word for rubbish and also slang for heroin says it all. They say that religion is the opiate of the masses, but a modern update would be the internet is the coffee for the masses. People always accuse me of hypocrisy, some valid, some not valid at all. I would love to say that the words I've laid down here are beyond the facebook bullshit of drunken pictures, the sordid opinion of each and every fan boy or even the incessant pornography keeping lonely men up at night. But this is a slow burner so I can be content that it may take some time to decide where this stands.
But for now, read all the things you need to in the day and then switch off the computer, the router, the servers, the internet and go for a walk outside. It may be raining, but if the water droplets fall onto your forehead only to soak you through, be happy knowing that you can feel this. My words can only make you think about this.
Love you all my beautiful eggs, it's been a while.
