Been meditating on the electronic buddy spheres. I don't know. Is it age? Is it some deep cycnicism for being connected to others via a flimsy electronic network? Sometimes looking at Facebook, Myspace or friendster and their likes makes me sad. Emptiness kind of creeps up on my quite unexpectedly when I look at facebook pages and find that I don't know some of these people. Or that whatever I see there is only a sneak preview for some performance I might even want to watch. I mean, this remote distance way of making and maintaining friends feels a little too easy, too superficial to me. And I don't mean this as a kind of harsh judgment. I mean that it makes me feel less connected, more lonely. I see snippets of their lives in some photographs that I can never learn the contexts of, trips which I can only make my own guess as to the kinds of stories they hold. The happy smiling faces on the photographs who once upon a time have argued, cried, showed fear and timidity when we had spent time together. Now they and I have become this two dimensional things pasted online, and our conversations are words mediated over the internet. I want to get connected, I want to talk to you, but do you know what I mean? can you see my very face as I type my messages that you receive in less than a quarter of a second, would you know the motivations behind them?

I miss hearing real voices, having real conversations with real people.