Pohemia

Assorted ramblings, musings and imaginings of an overthinking bohemian

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1. The no longer social network

 

Still; Connected by a web  but no longer the organic web of our own making. I hold onto the memories, or they hold me - hostage. In the middle of the night I contemplate contacting you to tell you I am now over you -  Although the very thought and the potential action undermines my resolution. I remain isolated, tangled, in my own web of nostalgia of my own making. I, the predator, feasting somewhat relentlessly on my own memories Whilst you update your public diary to the world  where even friends you were not close with, my friends,  get a glimpse of what you are up to, wherever you are.

 

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