I liked the internet better before it existed and we’d all just talk to ourselves like crazy people and fall into massive depressions. Back in the day there was nothing to do. You had to wait. And if you were ugly and got depressed, no one would talk to you for weeks. And then you’d have a breakdown and go on a Dr. ordered sabbatical and go on some weird vacation to Hawaii and take mescaline and have a spiritual breakthrough discovering that we are causal joy resonating in the heart of all things, but no one would know what was going on with you, because no faceblog internet clap trap. Then you’d run into a good friend you hadn’t seen in a couple of months at street fair and they’d ask “Whatcha been up to?” and you’d say “Oh not much, you?” “Same ol, same ol,” they’d reply. And you have polite chuckling banter all the while giving your teeth each there own secret names because you are a fucking lunatic who suddenly enjoys being completely and utterly alone.
You remember?
Ahhh the roaring void aint what it used to be.
