Bye Bye

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About Me Welcome My Albums Blog Welcome 2 Isolation... Thursday, 13 May 2010 … I know you enough to know that every time you isolate yourself it is because something has... Read more... I cannot sign out of this world, but at least try to disconnect from Ian. If I want to carry on with him, I must tell the truth, but I have not the courage to do that. Then, I must say bye bye. Goodbye Ian.” “Getting rid of this virtual world that daily bombards me seems impossible, I've failed in each of my attempts. I hate this indefinable world, this obsession in which I am being taken by this kind of technology, the intangible abstract word called 'internet‘. I have 1000 friends on the net, but not one out of it. All are behind their screens, trying to be seen, sharing an identity they don’t own, a superficial profile, not real. I would like to escape of the chaos of their conversations and run away from those connections. But I'm connected to that life, to those people, to my past, to a strong desire not to be ignored, of not to go unnoticed. I need them to see that I think different, though it is not true, that I'm not alone, although I am, and that I am enjoying my life, although I'm about to end it. Invisible Connections

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Isolation...Thursday, 13 May 2010… I know you enough to know that every time you isolateyourself it is because something has...

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I cannot sign out of this world, but at least try to disconnect from Ian. If I want to carry on with him, I must tell the truth, but I have not the courage to do that. Then, I must say bye bye. Goodbye Ian.”

“Getting rid of this virtual world that daily bombards me seems

impossible,   I've failed in each of my attempts. I hate this

indefinable world, this obsession in which I am being taken by this

kind of technology, the intangible abstract word called 'internet‘.

I have 1000 friends on the net, but not one out of it. All are behind

their screens, trying to be seen, sharing an identity they don’t

own, a superficial profile, not real. I would like to escape of the

chaos of their conversations and run away from those

connections.

But I'm connected to that life, to those people, to my past, to a

strong desire not to be ignored, of not to go unnoticed. I need

them to see that I think different, though it is not true, that I'm not

alone, although I am, and that I am enjoying my life, although I'm

about to end it.

Invisible Connections