Modest thoughts

There's a lot I want to say, but nobody to say it to. I don't see the point in doing any of the things I usually like to do, so I try to vent here, to you my mysterious reader who will probably be as confused reading these lines as I was when writing them.

It reminds me of times when the telephone wouldn't work but for an operator sitting in a room hours at a time, connecting people to one another, discreetly witnessing how communication weaved its web across the world. Maybe we miss that web now and that's what I'm experiencing. We are connected to the rest of humanity all the time but nobody is left to witness it and weigh the significance of that. We have become used to it. It is "normal" to open a page in your website and write something to someone you don't know. So normal we don't even question it anymore. But soon, it seems, so many extraordinary things will have become natural that something will break. I don't know what, how or when. But I know I can't stand how I take everything for granted, and I know I hate that I cannot appreciate everything Man has gone through so that I can sit here and rant about things I know nothing of.

Dear reader, since you are taking the time to correct my few sentences, would you take a little more to ponder on what it all means? It's a huge topic but not much to ask. Should you be curious, enchanted, bored or annoyed by what I'm writing, it will take you a second to think of how this entry will soon enough sink into oblivion, and to think of why. Maybe that's all it will take.