There is something obsessive, something remotely religious about the way she checks these websites. Infinately disorganised, excessively random, regular like clockwork though with regards to her web habits. It's not hard since that's her IRL. Her friends are there and her loves. Shake your head at her at your peril. You don't know her and she doesn't know you. Please keep your fundamentalist judgements to yourself...
If she lived in another century she'd be training carrier pidgins; or carrier rats. She has no idea if rats have a homing instinct... Still... The first website is Gmail. Checking messages and notifications. That little counter on the top of the Gmail tab in her browser is ticking away her day. One new mail message. "Cue" and a great big smile appears on her face. "We have received your application and we will inform you as soon as possible...". "Hello blossom". There also have been the sad messages or at least the messages that made her sad. Each message is a bet, a gamble. Thank whomever for Gmail's junk email filter for at least removing the obvious rubbish.
Next then is the facebook tab. The instantaneous communication, the "Hi, I am here" moment. Up goes the photograph she snapped while going home, the song that she was whispering all day, the awful burden of another unsatisfactory day in the salt mines. There is a ticker on the top of this tab too. Grab your tea and come over and tell me, how's your back? Did the biopsy results come in? How was your trip? Tell me, when are you coming over? There was a birth, a death, a wedding in our family. I had a ham and double cheese sammish for lunch, are you still eating that turkey?
Next then is the facebook tab. The instantaneous communication, the "Hi, I am here" moment. Up goes the photograph she snapped while going home, the song that she was whispering all day, the awful burden of another unsatisfactory day in the salt mines. There is a ticker on the top of this tab too. Grab your tea and come over and tell me, how's your back? Did the biopsy results come in? How was your trip? Tell me, when are you coming over? There was a birth, a death, a wedding in our family. I had a ham and double cheese sammish for lunch, are you still eating that turkey?
Then there is KoL and Glitch. Both are games. There is no way she can explain their allure to you. So lets not get into unnecessary details. There is no way she is giving you her nick either. Maybe if you ask nicely though she will perhaps send you some meat and a piggy cubimal. Games are the ultimate procrastinator. Lets get this emblem shall we? Oh! It needs one to spend three months of playing every day to get. No worries! Beats bashing her head against the wall, over peer reviewed journals.
Then there is... heh... yes the mystery webpage. The one where she sits and listens to the universe talking. Listens and smiles or tears up. Narration upon narration of every day things. Memories and things happening now. Sexy things and sober things. She goes there often day or night, to listen, to put her hand out and touch the pulse of real life beating steadily in the carotid artery of the web. It's her secret and her joy. She always ends up there or on to the sister site where the universe's eyes reside. She likes seeing through those eyes that pick up minutiae and expand them so they fill the event horizon.
Smoke and mirrors baby!
Smoke and mirrors baby!
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