I just realized that there’s a world outside the Wired, and it isnt’ at its most a pleasant one. If anything, it has been useful to help creating the Wired (a.k.a. internet), at least, so I can’t just find it hateful.

But now that I’m deep back in the digital means in which one and all can communicate, I feel once again alone – although more furfilled than when I was on the physical grounds of existence, in which I felt somehow popular and present.

It’s a shameful world, anyway; one must fake oneself into someone else in order to be accepted.
Old story? I know, but it keeps going on.