Happens all the time

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I think I made you up inside my head

Mad Girl’s Love Song

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

/Sylvia Plath/

Is this an experiment…?

So, there is this book by Nicholas Carr – The Shallows: What the Internet is Doing to Our Brains. One of the most terrifying pieces I’ve ever read. Brilliant  Scary. True.
It was so uncomfortable reading it as a bookworm AND an internet addict, I’m still upset a little bit.
Give it a shot.
Képtalálat a következőre: „internet”