In a horny haze of seeking other publicity for my little texts, I was foolish enough to inscribe on Facebook. Maximizing the Audience… The flirt lasted not longer than two weeks. It takes time to learn not to be stupid.
With this, my last facebook message, I deactivated the ‘account’.
“Time has come, I have arrived at the famous fork in the road. Either to continue on Facebook’s flat highway, or take the steep and lonely path uphill. I have chosen.
On Facebook my little texts feel like displaced persons. I feel like a Peeping Tom. In short: Misfits is what we are. This, then, is not the place to be.
Facebook’s Highway – too fast for my kind. It reeks of the gutter, and yet – I know! – it also exudes the excitement of carnival and the pyrotechnics of lush fireworks. However, I am too much of the loner. It is not for me.
So uninscribe it shall be – deactivate. Not ‘unfriending’ the perhaps nonexistent readers, but myself.
Info suicide. Evaporating into the icy universe.”