I realize how awful this template is but I feel powerless to change it. And frankly I don't give a shit that its ugly and outdated. Originally this blog was for to post photos, then my beloved cat Maui passed away and I stopped giving a shit about this stupid blog and my life ended that day anyway when Maui went away. On occassion I remember this old blog and just out of curiousity, I wonder if I can still compose a sentence.
Who are you? Why are you here? It feels very strange that anyone would actually read words floating in space written by a stranger in a strange land. We have no blood ties, no cyber ties, yet always we suffer dead disconnect. I will never know how things may have turned out. Our comments, like a wake perfectly content to know itself as dissipating behind a boat are the only clue life passed by over here.
I miss you and I don't know you. Would this be possible without ever expanding technology? In a split second, total darkness, dead technology...seperation. Seperation anxiety. The dead walk, nearly without coaxing from without, for their gods and Apples and Droids have cut the connection off clean through the throat; hyper hues of red warm goo, lights out. Corporations are not going to be able to repair humanity. We are all disconnecting. I would like to be the first to bare my soul and tell you that I am deeply frightened and alone.
