I feel alone in the vastness of being (
I browse the world with a tab, and another tab, then another one.
Repeat.
I connect to the artificial world on TV which turns into my family, my travel partner, my adventurist, my unqualified psychologist.
For a little while the screen goes blank.
The next one lights up.
I'll find you satisfaction, in my never-ending blog roll.
And I roll, and scroll.
I'll be with you at least, until I am fake filled with happiness.
Together we will be endless in this vast, vast world, wide web.
Until I go to sleep and dream of the world outside.
The one I long to connect to.
But we forgot how that works in a city of facades, beautiful, blunt, big, and solitary people.
One with the world, wide web.
All of us.
