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Some things that came to my mind during my time offline. Still have no proper internet at home and the wireless connection I nicked from the neighbourhood got switched off. But I will be back online in a couple of days or so, thanks to O2.

Sometimes I just want to quit. We are addicted to communication. We read blogs, numerous amounts of ramblings on Twitter, we’re always up-to-date what our friends are doing, we know what everyone else is up to, shallow as it may be, and we feel like we’re part of something. In fact we barely talk to anyone. But we’re never alone. We call it communication, we talk, post, like, share, we collect photos, pictures, snippets and quotes, we want to be better than everyone else, we want to be popular. Irrelevant numbers and feedback from irrelevant people make our self-confidence burst, we are someone. We read so much, scan the pages, we don’t have time. We feel good, though, because there’s always someone who listens to us.

Sometimes I just want to quit. I want to delete all my profiles, delete my Twitter account, clean out my feedreader, delete all those useless bookmarks and shut down my websites. Sometimes I feel like nothing of this truly matters, it’s all coming to a dead end somewhere and somehow and giving it up seems the only way to emerge from this self-inflicted isolation. We’re all isolated – only that we’re isolated together. We try to make the best of it, and let’s face it, it’s a fucking lot of fun.