Sometimes

Sometimes I get really sick of my online existence and all its consequences, and I think about ditching the blog and going back to interacting with the world in an old fashioned way, by phone calls and visits and the occasional letter, and not have this urge to be visible and available to the world, seeking its favour and otherwise prostrating myself before it on a regular basis in blog format.

How nice it would be, I think, if the world didn't enter my home and sit as it does in the corner of my study and on my partner's lap on the sofa, and if it stayed firmly put OUTSIDE OUR FRONT DOOR, sometimes for days on end.

Two years ago, we moved out of and in with a friend, and effectively lost email access. I stopped blogging, stopped emailing, lived a blissfully internet-free existence for three months.

I rather enjoyed it.


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