your own private idaho


Your Own Private Idaho

Sometimes I
get the
feeling that
there’s no
one on
the receiving
end of
the emails I
send out
that there
are no
real people
on Facebook
or in
the chatrooms
where people
congregate &
exchange ideas
there’s not
a single
living soul
attached to
any of it.

There’s a
master computer
somewhere that
takes everything
anyone feeds
cyberspace &
uses it
to weave a
virtual web
around them
so that
soon without
realizing it
everywhere will
be trapped
in his
own virtual
world cut
off from
everyone else.

We may
be there.


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