04 November 2011

Dispatch from Inside the Internet

I was planted inside this website just two days ago, and already I'm overwhelmed by all the windows that have opened up to me. When I peek out of them, I see people like you staring down at me, making faces while they read. Then SLAM! They close the window abruptly, and leave me in the darkness with the ghost of the last look on their face to haunt me. It dances in the corners, and follows wherever I look. Eventually, it wears off. Spooked.

Today I saw an old woman flinch, a few coworkers who were dressed the same, a coffee shop employee drinking tea, and a lovely mother breast feeding, who was typing with one hand and cradling her baby with the other.

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