I am alone in dark. I am not lonely, though. My girlfriend is in the room next to me. However, she is not in this room. There is no other in the dark with me except the Internet. Through the Internet there are so many with me now, in this room alone, in the dark. The Internet is with me in most places now. It is with me more than it used to be. It promises to always be with me. It will always be there. The illusory world of interconnectedness promises persistence, and I want it. Not because I am lonely, though. I am not lonely, because my girlfriend is here, though she is not in this room. The interconnection of the Internet is illusory.
Facebook promises a parade of all the world, smiling behind a login page. Everything there is with me now. They are all with me in this small, dark room. But no one is really there at all. It is a fragile facade of wood and stitches. Not even brick and mortar. It is losely linked by primitive constructs of HTML and various coding languages. A fundamental mass of illusory logic. Many bright minds come together to build a decadent, tragic house of cards, collectible friend cards. Here you all are; I can find you from your name alone. You don't even need to know.
I keep getting distracted from my dream. The dream to join dreams. To network the human consciousness. What distracts me from this dream? Survival? Joy? The Internet? Despite a rather liberal time frame, at my current rate, I will never even start. But I do not think that is true. I am still in the prologue. I am still preparing for the beginning. The push is yet to come. Is this a lie? Another distraction? I do not think so.
The Internet is connecting you with me now. It connects me with you. I can find you from your name, and you do not even need to know. It is not weird, it is normal. It is the Internet. How long can you remain off-line? Let's all catch a dream together.
I am now done sitting in the dark alone. Good night Internet. I go to be with my girlfriend to live a dream.