E 'Friday night and had to be at a dinner ... Instead I lie in bed with a big stomach ache. The white kitten sleeping here beside me. I do not understand if you ever want to join me or if my search for him. I watch a movie ... hop from site to site ... no one is online ... sure ... It's Friday. And then I'll talk a bit 'to myself.
many years that my life is tied to a virtual path? years ... that seem centuries. So much has happened since 1999 .. because in the end what I had before was just a little girl confused, just out of high school and in life had not chosen yet almost nothing.
Then America and the need to keep in touch with old friends, but at the same time a world that lies before me. People of all the guys who meet for a few minutes, exchange a few words at any time of day and night and creates new links. Friendships, feelings, opinions, stories, knowledge ... is so strange to see these things go through a screen.
When we reflect on it seems to me absurd, but through screens, cables, networks ... can convey emotions. Real emotions. As if the other person was in front of me and we interacted physically with gestures, expressions, movements. Sometimes I was scared. Yet to those who happen to laugh, laugh, get angry or saddened this cold front screen? Now that has become so easy even exchange sounds and images seem all the more realistic, more palpable, more real.
And basically you can not forget that behind every person there is a written sentence, as it may try to hide.
beginning is a vortex. You drag and, as in the eye of the storm, you do not really make you realize what is happening. If you're not careful in less than no time you find yourself trapped inside the screen ... the other side of the mirror.
The worst feeling is when you realize where you are, where you get more or less involuntarily and beat against the screen looking at your empty room ... observed more than a lifetime. We take a sense of claustrophobia. You feel suffocated and leave yourself is not at all easy. I do not know how much difference can there be between this and addiction to drugs. And 'the new invisible illness. something that attracts you and fascinate you then let you fall into an abyss. And you know it really matters only when you remain hopelessly alone. With yourself, with your limits, your insecurities and your fears. With a handful of flies.
Bad feeling. But interesting experience. He has hardened in some way.
Then we meet. Two worlds converge and intersect to let loose again and you want to be really. Where are you okay, where are you really full and satisfied.
Today, on the other side. The right side of the screen. The right side of reality. And I watch other people, other words that are experiencing their own reality Virtual passion and determination ... tirassero out and I think if the same energy this way, we would live in a slightly better place. I think what I experienced and I can not consider it a mistake, because otherwise I would not be where I am, I would not be as they are. But I'm not completely happy. I realize that often, sadly, what we live every day we cross the street behind a veil of indifference, while what happens inside the screen at times seems more interesting, more serious, more importantly, more fun, more enjoyable, more exciting ... but what if all this is not what we really are?
not okay, it can not be because people around me who love me and can give me so much more. And I'm happy. Exclusively to this. Virtuality can not be more than a pastime. There are things that are worth being lived than others. Everything you write can not really compare to what we face. As a friend once told me "Life has more imagination than us."
many years that my life is tied to a virtual path? years ... that seem centuries. So much has happened since 1999 .. because in the end what I had before was just a little girl confused, just out of high school and in life had not chosen yet almost nothing.
Then America and the need to keep in touch with old friends, but at the same time a world that lies before me. People of all the guys who meet for a few minutes, exchange a few words at any time of day and night and creates new links. Friendships, feelings, opinions, stories, knowledge ... is so strange to see these things go through a screen.
When we reflect on it seems to me absurd, but through screens, cables, networks ... can convey emotions. Real emotions. As if the other person was in front of me and we interacted physically with gestures, expressions, movements. Sometimes I was scared. Yet to those who happen to laugh, laugh, get angry or saddened this cold front screen? Now that has become so easy even exchange sounds and images seem all the more realistic, more palpable, more real.
And basically you can not forget that behind every person there is a written sentence, as it may try to hide.
beginning is a vortex. You drag and, as in the eye of the storm, you do not really make you realize what is happening. If you're not careful in less than no time you find yourself trapped inside the screen ... the other side of the mirror.
The worst feeling is when you realize where you are, where you get more or less involuntarily and beat against the screen looking at your empty room ... observed more than a lifetime. We take a sense of claustrophobia. You feel suffocated and leave yourself is not at all easy. I do not know how much difference can there be between this and addiction to drugs. And 'the new invisible illness. something that attracts you and fascinate you then let you fall into an abyss. And you know it really matters only when you remain hopelessly alone. With yourself, with your limits, your insecurities and your fears. With a handful of flies.
Bad feeling. But interesting experience. He has hardened in some way.
Then we meet. Two worlds converge and intersect to let loose again and you want to be really. Where are you okay, where are you really full and satisfied.
Today, on the other side. The right side of the screen. The right side of reality. And I watch other people, other words that are experiencing their own reality Virtual passion and determination ... tirassero out and I think if the same energy this way, we would live in a slightly better place. I think what I experienced and I can not consider it a mistake, because otherwise I would not be where I am, I would not be as they are. But I'm not completely happy. I realize that often, sadly, what we live every day we cross the street behind a veil of indifference, while what happens inside the screen at times seems more interesting, more serious, more importantly, more fun, more enjoyable, more exciting ... but what if all this is not what we really are?
not okay, it can not be because people around me who love me and can give me so much more. And I'm happy. Exclusively to this. Virtuality can not be more than a pastime. There are things that are worth being lived than others. Everything you write can not really compare to what we face. As a friend once told me "Life has more imagination than us."
