I was reading the other day an article about how Twitter and blogs and such express one thing: our cry for showing off and competing in the battle who manages better to embellish one's presentation of a supposedly reality of oneself. Which is of course an art in itself. But it is an easy one. No responsibilities, no real efforts and no need to look at yourself as a reality that could be painful at times.
But it is such a tremendous achievement. To come to live a virtual life where you get to call the shots in absolutely any way you want. Well, we could all fall under the category of fiction writers, some very bad, others worse and very few just brilliant.
And what’s the point of life anyway? It is the great pleasure of having a remarkable image of yourself in front of your eyes, a pleasure transmitted to your other senses as well…
But it is such a tremendous achievement. To come to live a virtual life where you get to call the shots in absolutely any way you want. Well, we could all fall under the category of fiction writers, some very bad, others worse and very few just brilliant.
And what’s the point of life anyway? It is the great pleasure of having a remarkable image of yourself in front of your eyes, a pleasure transmitted to your other senses as well…
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