"Who's gonna miss you when you're gone?"
- Danny Michel

The things that connect us...

vs the things that keep us connected.

They are not the same. Do you understand the difference? As technology increases there are more ways to connect with others than ever before but are they really keeping us connected or pushing us farther apart? How many people do you interact with electronically that you have never met face to face? Probably more than you've interacted with in person. Scary thought. The world is not going to be taken over by robots, the way technology is headed we're going to become robots. We're going to be incapable of real interactions, feelings, life. What kind of life would it be to never really hear someone laugh, or see them smile? What would it be like to never feel the touch of another, never breathe in someone else's smell? I don't even want to imagine. I know it's a little contradictory to be putting this out on the internet given that I'm talking about human interaction vs technological interaction but whatever. Give me a break, I'm just trying to share some thoughts. I do my best to use technology to set up real interactions and keep in touch with those who are too far away to visit easily. I try minimize the technological interactions as I like real life. I like getting hugged and breathing in the scent of someone else. I like conversations over coffee that end in fits of laughter. There's something to be said about being able to capture moments in time in a way that makes them indefinite but you've got to remember to live these moments too because without them we have nothing.

Live every moment or you'll miss something.

From the movie "Synecdoche, New York"

Minister: Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make; you can destroy your life every time you choose. But maybe you won't know for twenty years. And you may never ever trace it to its source. And you only get one chance to play it out. Just try and figure out your own divorce. And they say there is no fate, but there is: it's what you create. And even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are only here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born. But while alive, you wait in vain, wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right. And it never comes or it seems to but it doesn't really. And so you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope that something good will come along. Something to make you feel connected, something to make you feel whole, something to make you feel loved. And the truth is I feel so angry, and the truth is I feel so fucking sad, and the truth is I've felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long and for just as long I've been pretending I'm OK, just to get along, just for, I don't know why, maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery, because they have their own. Well, fuck everybody. Amen.