Two weeks ago I was laying on my belly in a little guest-room in Hawaii, turning right to look out at the broad pacific ocean. I'm addicted to distraction. The sound of notification chimes from my phone. I ignore it, but am tempted. I'm constantly drawn back into Facebook, as though pulled, from a physical aloneness, into the digital public square. There must be peers there, yes, but is it an illusion of togetherness? We seem to move ever so imperceptibly toward this falsity of companionship. Where are these people? The implicit suggestion of the photographs and posts is that we are busy living, thriving, in a real world. Yet, here we are, day after day, in the same digital sphere, called back, like salmon returning to our birthplace, to spawn. If it's so real, so deep, so satisfying, so present, why are we sitting with our faces attached to a screen, updating this moment into a public journal; as if to say to each other "Hello!?" "Greetings!" Here I am. Living. Here I am, I exist. The public square, the village, evaporated into ethereal digitation.
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Hello There, I just started reading blogs, and I also started my own and yours is the first I really enjoy reading..
Life events sometimes make you stare at this screen, specially Facebook.
I can talk to my family overseas, my kids and friends all over the world.
That is aaammmaaaazing !
But outside of my window I can hear people talking, laughing, car honks, airplanes flying by..life keeps going and here I am..staring at this screen reading this blogs that nobody reads...as you said..lol
Well, I am reading your and I like the way you write.I am not a writer.. I just put letters together and see what happens.
Sometimes,even though we are staring at this screen, we are living, not like most people with regular jobs and regular hours.To write something you have to live, and I believe you are doing a great job. LIVE and write about it..that is so great. Live,love,cry,write, cry, love and live and write.
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